Gah.

Drank. Danced (some). Smiled (much). Slept (not nearly enough).
( Let us pause for musical interlude )

It's funny really. I get to thinking to myself that I'm starting to deteste this lifestyle, (though, honestly, I do hope that I soon grow out of this lifestyle) I realize that this is what I'm doing right now. This is where I need to be. For the moment. Hoping, waiting, and searching for something better to come along. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. But in the meantime, I get to go out, have a bacchesque of good time, and meet people.

I love meeting people. Talking. Walking. Acting a fool, and watching with, of, for: People.

I met some neat new people last eve. *Re*-met some others. And was made quite happy to have remade their acquaintanceseses.

Anyrate, the point that I was making is that when the time comes (and Lord, let it come soon...eh?), the boy shall morph again--not a true change, just variations on a theme--into the new and improved Anthony...whoever, or whatever that might turn out to be.
( other musings of randomness in the whatever that is my whichever...What? )

Ooom...stomach doesn't like what I did to it last night...