Today started out good, a dance party to Jens Lekman in the morning home alone in the kitchen. Then a bath while listening to The Mountain Goats, daydreaming about one thing or another. And then slowly the day gave way to a normal routine of reading with the phone next to me. I called Lauren, who was at Sky's, called Sky, went over there and hung with them for awhile. We had a lot of fun, went through the sprinkler and got fucking soaked. Changed into Sky's clothes and made burittos. Reed and Riley came over, too.

Now I am back home, bored. I thought that getting out of the house for the first time this week would cure me, but of course not. Only for a few hours.

And you know, the whole David thing isn't helping either. Maybe it would be better if I wanted to get over him, but I don't. I'm fucked up.