It's one minute past midnight, and I sit comfortably (or uncomfortably, depending on how you look at it) at one of the five desks in this apartment. The other desk lie empty, bereft of the presence of another human being. It's Wednesday, and you know that. I have no other reason to notify you of our present location and situation, other than the fact that I'm feeling a little clingy and have no one to cling to at the moment.
My stomach is full; a mixture of both Chinese food and Captain Crunch cereal. I know what you're thinking, but trust me; I know what I'm doing. And no, I will not keel over with a stomach ache reminiscent of my days with a testy appendix.
I've recently finished viewing Be Kind Rewind by Michel Gondry. The film itself was mediocre, though it had a "homely" feel to it. And as I type this unecessary slurring together of words, all I can feel at the moment is mediocre.
I've been alone in this apartment for the past five days, and I'm very tired of it. Thankfully, I'll be returning home this friday for a one-week sojourn. I'll see some old friends and see some movies; the usual routine.
There's a feeling of alienation that accompanies the lonliness...obviously. You know what? I couldn't care less about what you think of this. I already warned you with that whole "slurring together of words" mumbo jumbo. This is mine and I'm sticking to my guns on this one. No, I don't own any guns, it's a figure of speech you nitwit.
Gigantic by Pixies is playing on my iTunes, right now. And I just feel...weird.
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