Kelsea and I were sitting at her kitchen table after dark on Sunday, getting in a good three hour talk. I told her that it seems like my life moves in these repeating sessions.

Right now, I'm going through a workaholic session again. Working to take my mind off things I don't wanna talk about. Working because I don't have school. Working so I can buy another camera, and finish paying for my bass. It is my machine-self. Get up, coffee, work early til closing, usually. Having meaningless conversations with my coworkers. Tanya gets mad at me for something, then she settles down. Touch my hair and forget that it's still on my head. Cash in. Cash out.

Go to bed, with few exceptions, not having even seen my friends, and press the repeat button after 9 hours of sleep.
I'm looking forward to Ashley's wedding. Not looking forward to school starting again next week.

Maybe I'll buy a ticket to the Regina Spektor show. I owe it to myself. I just don't want to see all the stupid people there that don't love her like I love her. I don't want it to ruin her for me.
But you need something to look forward to, or else...
what?
What else is there left.