If I was my own friend, looking at my habits from a third person point of view, I would be worried about me. I would tell myself to get my act together.

It's cool today, it's not raining. No shit!

Meaningless conversations. Notepad. Bring it. Start from the morning and go onwards. Realize that at the day's end that nothing has been accomplished again. Weather, hanging out, television, sports, weekend plans, drink.

We're shacked up in these little spaces. Clustered together and pushing and screaming and cheating on one another. Slowly rotting away without dying. Slowly. Rotting. Away.