on a Basket Case

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?
~Green Day, Basket Case

At this time, I used to enjoy the sight of the kids flying kites. It’s a nice view. From this office, there are no kids. There are instead, Lamborghinis and Ferraris and Range Rovers at Loewy. Very tempting.

Tomorrow’s going to be a long day and tonight’s going to be another long night. I didn’t go to watch the game last night but apparently Man U lost and something else happened. I was at home, in bed, on the phone with someone dreaming things that never was. Today is always a good day to find out.

The weekend looks tight. Sunday is shit with a few of that creepy business to take care but we’ll be taking the dog away on the saturday, lose the phone and just chill somewhere. I want to read and write a little.

She told me a story of a girl looking for shelter in New York City. I know too many people seeking shelter in New York City. I hope Lil Sis is okay though. It’ll be nice to be able to go to NYC to work on this for a few days. Will talk to Sam when she’s here.

Cavs chance of making it into the finals is diminishing. Is Lebron just another Kobe? He looks the part. Damn. We’ve another game tomorrow, I’m hoping my knees would be better then (I knocked it about two weeks ago and been benched for the last few games).

And uh, the SBY Indomie TVC, wtf?

Well, all that and the world is tethering on a nuclear clash.

Have a good week all.