Reminiscing of times gone down the drain.

Sitting home and I wish I wasn't. But I am staying faithful for an appointment to talk. Scheduled conversations could be uncomfortable for multiple parties. I almost said something today in class, and I remain proud of myself for attempting to attempt. We are pondering the absence of matter that a screen is. It is the first time we have attempted to cover some thought figures that can relate to something other then themselves. This can be political; or social in the very least. Maybe I'll forgo a power internship? With SweetTooth in Seattle, and Magoo somewhere else, I am at a loss about what to do. The new record player is spinning with the needle off of the vinyl. The sound it makes as it travels round fits well with the rain dropping. Scattered entries can be productive. Poem, Paragraph, or Traditional Autobiographical Diary Entries, We remain a tolerant blog (and I pray that this entry will not be an exception.) I went to Sarah's work to apologize and A lady who doesn't work there questioned my age; she looked like the sort that I could feel okay about judging on appearance. In short, I didn't want to speak with her any longer then I had to, so I said I was under 21 to avoid questioning and further contact. The further contact would have obviously been a demand to see identification. Even though it would have taken 3 or 4 extra seconds to fib in a recreational manner, saying that I had absentmindedly forgotten it at home, I was through looking at this woman.    She then requested that I remove myself from the bar. It was a sorry walk home, I didn't even really get to say I was sorry. No phone at home alone. Economic tsunami.