That was the plan tonight, but it will not happen. I like to tell myself that I'm indifferent. Sorry, whatever I did. Really. I want the same thing. Just say whatever it is that needs to be said.
But who am I kidding? It isn't okay anyway.
Friday: At least Keanu Reeves was there, and he played some Dent May for me. Ernesto's bash. Santa was finally destroyed. Now he won't stare at me anymore.
Saturday: Lexi's surprise party. Katrina and I shared a "Hot Feeling." We will share more of those in the future. Met some nice folks. Got to drive Katrina's Smart Car. Very few people can say they've driven one of those. Great fun.
I am hurt today. Not in the traditional sense. Low is an understatement, but at least I've got my precious future, assuming I don't burn that away as well. Believing in the future does not justify my present actions, however. I try to remember this when I lie back, trying to forget.
Tomorrow:
-wake up
-feel no shame (try)
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