My wife and I went to see Marley & Me tonight. I cried a little. On our way out to our car, we some some dudes dealing drugs right in the parking lot of AMC. Fucking idiots!
My grandfather was quite sick a few days ago. Honestly, the doctors didn't think he'd "make it". He is doing better now, thankfully. My wife and I went to see him yesterday, and he was joking around, making fun of my grandma and I, and being a senile old man.
Aside from that, I'm just going to school, working, and hanging out. Nothing exciting.
I need to be in a band again. Either that, or I'm going to seriously sit down, and start working on writing, because I feel fucking worthless when I'm not "creating". Does that make sense?
godspeed.
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