February 7

It was one of those shit nights, when almost nothing works out. I went with Fidel to see the Reverand Glasseye preform. My plan was to then meet up with Darlene, who had gone home feeling ill. Fidel went to meet up with people I have nothing in common with, so I called Corey, to meet up with him. He was on the other side of town, but headed back to the side of town I was at... in forty minutes.

So now it's midnight and I'm getting ready to watch a movie by myself. It's too late to buy beer at the store and my neighborhood bar is really a neighborhood bar, and closes at midnight.

Fuck weekends.