my head is throbbing from a night of gallivanting. i'm tired and hungry. it's pouring outside. my roommates are asleep or dead in their rooms. and somebody up above has decided that hammering is his new hobby.
the apartment is cold and dark. i haven't bothered to turn on any lights, and the windows are open. i'm waiting on an email to come flying in, but it's yet to arrive. expectations of the unknown are torturous.
last night was nothing special, just another night to be added to the list of drinking, crazy dancing, and late-night philosophizing. hemingway wrote in one of those books of his, that night and day are two entirely different worlds. the night gives birth to hopes that day can only be pregnant with. but hemingway forgot to mention the third world, the morning after. a small, gaseous planet gray with disappointment.
and thus, i wait. for nothing really. i should start editing my video. i should go to the gym. i should go back to bed. i should do a lot of things. and the worst part is i don't know what i want to do.
but last night was really fun and eventful, don't get me wrong.
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In search of meaning is going somewhere. hope you got your emails.
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