I'll Be Around

I was gonna' put up a post I started about a trip to St. Louis I had to take. Good-ish trip, ate at Waffle House, stayed across the street from a porn shop, blah blah blah. There's been a lot of shit I've been going to do. But I haven't done any of it.

And I don't think I'm going to.

I can't be assed into doing it.

I've been in a weird mood. When I'm around people, I feel fine and normal. Once alone, melancholy settles into the pit of my stomach. At first I feel like doing something, but then I just really don't feeling like doing anything.

I just read in a forum I go to a lot that one of our members died from bacterial meningitis. I didn't know him well, but in the forum at least I liked the hell out of him. Reading those words clobbered me like a widow-maker down on my head. I didn't realize how sad it would make me. But it did.