vacancy

now playing: marty higgins, "drivin' her home"


i just wrote a huge entry and went back and deleted it before i even posted it. it just all sounded like bullshit...like i was writing for the sake of writing and not because i had anything to say.

and i guess i'm telling you this because there may be some merit in you knowing that i just don't really have anything pressing on my mind that warrants sharing.

i think i'm just gonna sit here and stomp through the remaining work i have for the day and listen to my buddy marty for a while...and then go home and go to bed early. i'm not feeling terribly chatty, or terribly social, or much at all like continuing to be "on call" tonight. maybe i'll read a book or listen to some music and pretend that the lion's share of the rest of the world doesn't exist.

until tomorrow, when i can no longer ignore it.