You look like I need a drink.

When thinking about who I am, what I do, what I've done and where I'm going I get lost. It's the same empty feeling that you'd get if you thought about what happens after you die - You can't really think too much of it because its unknown.

Somehow, and I guess I do know the reasons for it, I've become a lot less worried and anxious the past month. I haven't had time to think(or write) because I've been busy with things I should've been doing for the past 3-4 years. I'm supposed to be having fun, I'm supposed to be wasting time and I'm supposed to put my body what I put it through because I can't do this when I get much older. I fell into this great situation where I can go out and drink until 3 in the morning, get three hours of sleep and go into work to think about how great the previous night was. Its a great system and I need it, its made everything so much more enjoyable.

I can't do this anymore - the writing - that is. Maybe next month when things start getting different or maybe next week when something falls apart.

I've got everything I need right now.