hand in glove

finished a pint of ben & jerry's chunky monkey in record time. now that's some tasty shit. constantly checking my phone for messages, every message alert sending a wave of anticipation which eventually ends in a crushing disappointment when i discover that it wasn't from you. if i were still a smoker i'd probably have finished smoking at least 3 packs of cigarettes by the end of the day(i know 3 packs isn't a lot but consider that my day begins at 2pm). tried to play my guitar for a while but ended up watching crappy talk shows about love on television. sad thing was that i actually found myself going "awwhhh.." with the rest of the audience. yes, wtf. i've gone soft. i shouldn't be left at home. i should just go tattoo a warning label on my ass: warning, not suitable for indoor use. i'm considering doing that. maybe on my back or something. i'm degenerating at home. someone take me out and keep me occupied. the mind is a dangerous thing to be left unattended. kill me before i kill myself.