2001-08-13 - 1:02 a.m.
Ok, it's my birthday. I just got back from a week in Indianapolis. I got to see my best bud Josh and his wife Angele and their new baby girl Tala. I don't particularly like babies, or find them cute. But this baby was amazing. It was really awesome to watch her develop over the course of a week.
Birthdays are depressing sometimes. I don't know why. HannaH says it's because it means you are getting old. I feel old, but at the same time I don't. That's me, Mr. Paradox. School is comming up in a week and I'm not exactly ready. I want to get back to playing music...we haven't practiced in weeks.
Ever feel blue and you don't know why? I hate that. It's this omni-directional discomfort that doesn't have a clear source. It's dumb. I'm dumb.
I am, however, smart enough to listen to wise people...and my friend HannaH is pretty wise for her age...an old soul so to speak. Anyway, she told me to look at the meteor shower, so I'm going to do that and go to bed. Mornings bring the promise of a new day.
