When I woke up this morning I simply realized that I had absolutely NOTHING to do.
I made lunch.
I watched a few movies.
Smoked too many cigarettes.
Listened to Johnny Cash with my feet on the windowsill.
I wish I had someone to lie around with on days like these. Shoot the shit.
Sundays seriously make me want to cry with how depressing and lonely they can be.
I don't cry anymore.
Monday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be better.