Playing a show on Friday. Excited this time.

Pulled muscles in my neck. It sucks. I'm okay. That is all.

Stop raining please, I would like to go on a motorcycle ride.

The weekend is not almost over the weekend is not almost over.

buying a new suit; good way to improve ones mood.

Had a good pseudo-date last night. Dinner, bowling, ice-cream Sundays and then a bit of cuddle time on the couch. No real action to speak of however still a good time.

I'm starting to care in general less and less. This can't be good.

Everything I had in my heart has been taken from me.
I handed it to them.
All the while holding a smile so as to not appear weak.
Can one become empty enough to vacuum in replacing thoughts.
Will it be different.
Or, always tainted.

Sometimes I crawl into my cave, but it never lasts long.

Fuck this day.