Born to be wild? Or something. Not a lot to say this late in the day. I’m adrift again. Untethered. Just floating. I could leave the house and not come back and it wouldn’t make a lot of difference until it was time to get up and go to work. Big fuck ups are a commitment though and they take a longer time to undo. Nothing of course can be reversed, even when you’re young, but you can undo a fuck and find yourself in a better spot. A bit harder as you get on in years though, admittedly.
I’ll just hide here under the table instead Nobody will find me here. Just listen to the music. I’ll be out in a bit.