lafayetteproulx

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. - Jack Kerouac

I'm listening to a cd of pretty much just Jack Kerouac talking. Talking about the history of bop, reading about the beat generation.

I did write a long, semi-drunk post last night and realized it was probably for the best that I didn't leave it up here. What can I say, wine goes straight to my head.

Last night, getting some writing done, one person after another called to tell me about their problems.

Stephen's problem was that he really likes this girl but she's dating someone. He thinks that automatically should stop him from trying, I say if he's the better man she'll be able to make that decision for herself. Stephen lacks the guts and he's going to let the girl slip anyway.

Eric told me about his financial problems. Eric owes me a large sum of money. Eric is an asshole.

So I had a glass of wine, which turned into two, and so on and so forth.

I should be getting ready for work but it's Monday and I hate Mondays. Why can't it be Tuesday so I can look forward to a few days off?

If only I didn't have such a dependency on money.