But I’m letting go of her

Warning: For some reason, writing of any form seems to be harder and harder for me to manage lately, so I apologise in advance for how boring this entry just may be.

It’s been 12 days since I last pretended to post here, but a lot has happened so I think I can be forgiven. I’ve moved out with two of my best friends, Mark and Daly, and it feels really good to be getting out on my own. I spent a hot summers day procrastinating until the last minute and then moving my important belongings within the last 2 hours of the day. It was a fun day and it felt so good to be on my own, but I just ended up passing out while my friends all went out and had a great time.

Since then it has been much more work than play I am afraid, working all day and usually finding myself with so many things to do every afternoon when all I want to do is lay down and watch a movie or catch up on some reading or writing. Right now is the first time I’ve actually had to sit down since last year and suddenly I realise that I have posted only 10 times in over a month and a half and that is really bad considering just how much I enjoy writing here.

So now that my friends are out at a poker game and I am sitting her by myself listening to The Get Up Kids, I am taking the time to recount the events of recent and all I can think about is sleep. I’m going to drag my lazy butt to bed on the promise to try and write tomorrow. If I don’t start writing soon, I almost have no reason to keep this. Night kids, stay cool!