i'm coming up to something. i wanna get wild. i wanna drink and have fun and feel alive.
staying at home for the weekend feels like a goddamn chore.
last year, i went to the beach like every weekend.
(i have flight tickets for my surf trip, a month from now. but it's so hard to wait.)
tomorrow i'm meeting with a long time friend over late lunch. i'm probably gonna hear about her whine about her successful life and personal failures.
i also asked a former flame out. it's not gonna be anything romantic or what, we're just going to meet as people who've known each other for almost a decade.
i'll always admire him.
and next week – next week! – i'm looking to go to a spoken word / poetry event and maybe hang with some hippie crowd. i'll probably be alone.
i asked my brother to go drinking with me tomorrow.
i might go to a show with my cousin later.
maybe i'm getting hypomanic.