Blub-blub

Last night was a good night for me. Despite everything.

One of my best friends was depressed and not really in the mood to spend time with me, another best friend was in another state getting wasted on the beach, and another best friend is no longer a friend of mine because I decided that this "friend" was bad for me. Since I could recognize that, I decided I should do something about it.

So I had nothing to do.

So I went to the frog pond. Then I drove up to New Hope and wandered the dark streets writing poetry. It was nice. Haven't done that in a while.

New Hope is a strange town and although it was midnight, some stores were still open. I wandered into a store in a back alley and was surprised to find that it specialized in pictures of dead people.

If that isn't creepy, I don't know what is.

Anyway, I'm hoping *crosses fingers* to make my way over to Manayunk and Germantown tonight to write some more poetry. Might as well use this loneliness for the creativity it can provide.