something, something for nothing

[threeplusfire]

I have the Bravery stuck in my head. This is the kind of day where I don't want to go to work. I want to go sit somewhere with the laptop and a cup of coffee and cigarettes for hours and hours. Melancholy Metro weather, like back in college. Give me some headphones and turn me loose. I could write and write. Maybe it was the bad sleep. It was all strange almost nightmares and I woke up clenching my jaw. Can't remember them now, but there's probably not much point in rehashing that ground anyhow. Just make it Saturday night already.