Sunday Evenings...

Are probably the worst. School in the morning, gotta get to bed on time, finish up that homework you started friday after class but promptly abandoned in order to begin filling your head with all those unessesary extravagances, take that shower, shave those whiskers, find something clean to wear, or more likely find something that doesn't smell like ass. get rid of all those empty packs of cigarettes (did i really smoke this many in three days?) refile the vinyl, check the new baggage under your eyes, reaccess your mental state, (yeah, ok i ready for another week of this...)

And in my case, pine for the warm lap of a certain special girl to rest my aching head on, who's tiny fingers will rake all the impurities out of my mind.

missing you A.