Do you know where your life is?

Well kids, here it is. Friday night and where am I? Sitting alone in front of my computer, in my pajamas nonetheless, typing into this. It's quite possibly the most bored I've been since moving to Indy. I'd give someone a call to see if anyone is up to haging out, but my dumbass reset my phone on accident, and well now I don't have anyy phone numbers except the ones in my head. All of those numbers though are for people back in Elkhart. So here I sit with my trusty Diet Coke, and pack of smokes, and nothing but the traffic noise to keep me happy. Such a fortunate life.

Have I told anyone how incredibly annoying it is to live a half mile from a fire station? It's so loud. There are at least 20 sirens a day blaring by my windows. I'll only be glad there close if there's a fire here. Otherwise it's just a plain annoyance.

Ahh, so dear readers, it appears I'm in for a crappy night of local TV and counting the sirens. If I have a chance to sneak a picture of them going by I will.

You know what? I desperately want to hang out somewhere. I don't even want to drink. I just want to be social. I really need that right now. I'd post my phone number on here, in the vain hope that someone would call, but it would probably be that guy from Germany who somehow hits my site by trying to look up pictures of people pooping. (By the way, there are none here)

Lastly, I just bit my lip and now it's bleeding. Go fucking figure.

FIN