I'm reconnecting with Alanis. I'm listening to Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie. I feel like I'm in junior high school again.

I've reached that point in my post-surgery recovery process where I'm not really in pain or anything and I'm just waiting to fully heal. Yet, I still took off however much time from work and so I feel bad if I go out tonight. Eh. I don't like this feeling. I'm getting restless at home.

I went on a date today. It was nice. The boy was charming and cute.

I want to go out for a drive. Or go to Muddy's. Maybe I need to call Calvin. Or Ryan. Or hm. OR ALEX. ... Just called Alex, he's not in town. Shit. I'd call Gonzo, but I don't want to deal with the possibility of his family picking up. Emily's busy too. Calvin's not answering his phone, so I assume he's busy with class or work. Just messaged Ryan, we'll see.

I suppose there is Lauren, too. I wish I could smoke right now, but I don't want to get dry socket. Boredom raises my anxiety like nothing else. H usually would be another good option, but his Serbian ass is probably in bed with another Serbian ass. Bitch.

"Would Not Come" is one of the bizarrest Alanis tracks, ever. It just came on and once again I am completely lost as how she came to this melody.

I started reading again. I need to be doing that more often.

Ah fuck, even I'm getting annoyed with this blog entry already. I started writing this however many tracks ago and here I am still jogging things down. Enough is enough, fickle brain.

Adios.