all our vices fight for themselves

saturday afternoon, oscillating between being cold and not being cold, working and not working, doing things not on the list to do, thinking about what needs to be done, doing nothing, wasting time. going to the bar tonight for the first time in what feels like eons, planning the ny trip. went to twelve oaks last night to visit my kryptonite that is forever 21. pretty killer. killing. is it going to rain next week? is there anything else to worry about?