for just this one night i need to feel sorry for myself, it's an itch i have to scratch.
Edward Sharpe & the Electric Zeroes were in my town and much to my dismay could neither find a concert buddy nor muster the courage to go myself.
And of course, Conan O'Brien just happens to go to this concert.
So here I am at my desk even though i should be sleeping in preparation for my midterm tomorrow with a research outline and introduction to finish and i couldn't feel worse.
Additionally, my battle with gravity has been a losing one as of late.
dropped tray of food at dinner
+flooded my desk
+slipped and got soaked in the rain
+cannot stop dropping the one binder whose papers aren't put away.
