I've recently had another hit. I started feeling edgy two weeks after the last one. It won't be so long this time.
Yesterday I woke up with a beautiful woman in another "city". It was
awesome.
My weekend started on Wednesday. I went to bed earlier than normal, I think. I was looking forward to the concert, but it was hard not to think about seeing her again. I slept away much of the bus trip, and then drank away the day with Julian. Met a hardcore fellow who lives on the street. I swear, that guy may not have had his story straight but I believe that he is a hardnut.
The concert was Pearl Jam. It was definately awesome. I felt a little lost to begin with as I don't know a great deal of Pearl Jam, and I know barely any words, but I soon became lost in the experience. That was a great night, and I have only one person to thank. I hope it's obvious.
The next day I piked early so that I could spend more time with her. It's sweet as to see my mates in the same spot, but it isn't a rare thing.
I'm so damn tired. We didn't get much sleep last night *yawns* We woke up after two hours of sleep and didn't get back to sleep for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I know I can talk a wall to sleep, but it'd be nice if I could shut up at points during a conversation. On the bright side, I'm told that my pretend conversations (I take her part) are entertaining.
Six hours sleep in all. It was interuppted too. L-A-M-E.
I barely slept on the bus. I couldn't get comfortable, strangely. I received two messages and three phone calls. I don't even remember what one phone call was about.
Incubus - I Miss You nearly killed me again.
*yawns once more* It's time for me to go to bed.
-Mitch
pearl jam
