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Tricked my mind to let me get out of the house. At Amy’s Drive In which is a vegetarian fast food place. Not what I was expecting but the food is good, if not bland like my soul. Afterwards, I’ll goto the ritzy Safeway in Corte Madera and finally do some grocery shopping. Who knows, maybe I’ll full adult today and cook & clean.

Wish I could tap into all of this outdoor energy and use it myself. To what purpose, I don’t know.

Just saw the Facebook posts from my high school 30th reunion party and I absolutely recognized no one in the pictures.  Not one memory at all; even zooming in on the name tags didn’t register anything to me.  I could get the yearbook and see if that would help, but I don’t think it would be worth the effort.  Granted, I really didn’t hang out with my class; most of my friends were a grade or two below.  And I don’t think anyone would remember me if I went to the reunion.  It’s just kind of weird in an odd trivia fact kind of way.  Definitely not like how they portray it in the movies.

I know from movies that it isn’t easy being able to read peoples mind. Hi junks and wacky situations ensue and while I might temporarily loose her, I’ll get the girl of my dreams in the end. Still I wonder if a glimpse would help me get perspective or confirm my thoughts and fears.

Out at Black Bear for breakfast. I feel like I should go and drive the coast today, but not in the mood to be out and alone. Although the alternate of staying home and basting in the dry heat isn’t really thrilling me either. But it would save energy and money just sleeping and wasting the day/weekend…again. Hard enough just to get energy to do breakfast. **sigh**. Just alone I am so empty. I’m a parasite that needs to feed off of others.

It’s been over an hour and I still feel like I was attacked because I put over $60 in gas into my Honda Civic. I am still processing the emotions of this action.

I’ve posted this before but why do I spend all day unmotivated and wait until after midnight to actually try to be productive.  **sigh** Mayve one day I will own a house and won’t have to worry about downstair neighbors when I want to vacuum the house at 2AM in the morning.