Oct 12, 2011
I am not going to try to give this more meaning or significance than it actually has. Today is my birthday. I got two packs of Nat Sherman MCDs, a Dreamcast, the promise of alcohol, a lot of notes, and one letter. I am thankful for these, but
I wrote part of my paper on the divine and love in the Aeneid, and then
drank two beers and
smoked two cigarettes and
then borrowed money for
two dollar-menu burgers and
I guess thats it.
I was hoping to find fulfillment in something today but
it wasn’t what I had
hoped
-
And so my girlfriend went to sleep as I
finished my burgers and
smoked a Nat Sherman and
played Power Stone
-
and now I’m alone at
my computer in the living room
listening to someone else’s
muffled conversation
down the hall and
wishing that I could
feel if people
loved
me or
not
