Those winter days

Since I've done nothing this week besides complain about how tired I am from working nonstop and how I've been putting off my homework, let me instead tell you about my day so far, which is a result of the previous two things I mentioned.

After scrambling to finish some kind of homework which I left early from a birthday party to do, I resided myself to defeat and went to bed after midnight. In my last post, I described the disaster of a dream I had, so that was kind of the base for my day. Just after noon, the animals around the house finally convinced me to get out of bed and feed them. After finishing the show I had been waiting, I decided to reflect on my life thus far in the bathtub. The bath was nice and relaxing, especially since all the animals kept opening the door to visit with me.

as far as I knew, the weather was so so, still cold, but whatever. By the time I had gotten dressed and decided I was to venture out into the world in search of food, it had begun to snow. I was ok with this, because its always warmer when its snowing. And I just genuinely like the snow. With my phone and wallet in hand, I left the safety and warmth of my home and went on an adventure.

As always, when I walk somewhere, I like to talk to people. And since my editor isn't here and I didn't feel like lugging around my iPad to listen to music, I started my chain if phone calls. The first person I called was my friend, the multi-artist, you know, the one I kidnapped back in August. We takes about this and that and that and this, and eventually we ended our conversation. So, after that I gave another friend a call. This guy, well, we dated for a bit back in high school, and he's also an artist, but recently he has really gotten into music, and has even started his own band. They are pretty good too! Anyway, I bothered him for a bit, but he was busy so I let him do his thing.

so, now what, well, when in doubt, call your mom! And so I did. She was running a few errands so I we didn't talk for long.

then I gave my big brother a call. Though we are not related, he's always been kind of a big bro to me, even though we don't talk that much, its kind of a habit to call him that. He was also a bit busy, so that didn't last long. I eventually called a very good friend of mine from high school, who I always need to talk to more. She accompanied me for the rest of my adventure to find food, and it was good to talk to her again. She is a very unique person, and I wish we lived closer so we could hang out more.

I had a quick snack and drink at one local cafe, but I was still a little hungry. I decided to wander up to another local favorite, an Americanized sushi bar. I don't like seafood, but they do make an amazing Japanese style curry. So I ate some, and had some sake. God I love sake.

actually, I'm still at that restaurant. As I'm typing, I'm trying to finish my drink before I venture back out into the cold. Its going to be long walk home, so I wonder who I'm going to call next.