i remember drawing a map of my week once -- back in high school, with cloudy days over the weekdays and the sun coming out when it was the weekend and i could go and see my girlfriend....i think i'm back into feeling that way again, tho the weekend just brings clouds of their own. for a while, i remember looking forward to the week as a distraction from things i had to do on the weekend (that ain't no way to live, though it's nice to look forward to such a large percentage of time)...


looking at myself though -- it's thursday and i'm nearly giddy. hell, it's thursday and it's NOON -- 4.75 more hours till...what? binge drinking and pretending that i'll find a girlfriend?


e x c i t e m e n t

for sure.
what the hell else is there?