I am having this overwhelming sense of lull in the world this week. On Tuesday i had this wierd idea in my head that i don’t really understand. In the very same sequence i said to myself, man its only Tuesday, and then i said man its already Tuesday. I am actually not looking forward to this weekend, because it basically sums up this state of vanilla. Its Labor Day weekend, I don’t have any plans, I never even thought of making plans, and from the friends that i’ve talked to, no one else has any plans either. No one really cares, everyone is tired of it all, and I can’t shake this uneasiness out of my head. Don’t get me wrong, i still want and like to go out, but there has to more than these quick doses of fun.
I guess it also stems from being, and living in LA. Its like entirely different world out here, with the freeways being a form of river that divides cities rather than providing passage ways to them. I’m even too lazy/fustrated to drive down south to visit friends and family, and vice versa. This coming from a person who used to drive up from Costa Mesa to West LA twice on the weekends.