2001-07-26 - 1:18 a.m.
aghh im tired. i want to sleep. im salty. my feet are dirty. my clothes are torn. my ears are muffled. my voice is shot. and my hair is sticky. ahh what a day it has been.
days arent exciting like today was anymore. why cant every day be dramatic and aesthetic like today?
it was like a dream, being able to hold dave and watch dmb tonight. even though the night was soured by unpreventable obstructions, nothing can take away from those moments. im sure he didnt notice how much it meant to me, but that kinda makes it good. tonight was natural, unadulterated, clean, and pure. dmb does that for me.
i realized in the car, though, that i dont have that any more big events to look forward to. only things to dread now, like school, and dave leaving... today was the climax of the month. well, at least i still have my dear esposito shows to go to. thats definitely something to anticipate.
ugh im just so tired. im going to sleep.
take care, everyone, please.
