Struggling

Fighting these floods
Leigh's voice is soothing, despite her words
I suppose it is, simply, the price of falling in love.

But I'm not in love.
And haven't been
in a long time.

Not that I am searching, oh no.
That never works out right.
Tonight I fight
whether to slurp or to stomp.

mead, damn you all! MEAD!

As for the stomping ground, same ol' place. I'd go to that rave I read about earlier in the week, but I don't have the cash, I don't have the company, and well, I do have to work at 11 tomorrow.

On brighter sides, I get to see my buddy Lonn tomorrow night after work. I haven't seen him since spring semester ended at Tri-C. He's cool...we talk a lot on AIM. Very down-to-earthy real. I appreciate that in this world of space cadettes.

Oh well..my shirt should be unwrinkly now...the dryer stopped.

Here's to a night of escapism and funk-repellent.