My old home.
I don't feel comfortable in the new one, and even though I'm paying a huge amount of money to be able to live there I find that I don't want to sleep there. Not tonight.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Maybe I just need to get some stuff in there (I would be more inclined to go if I had internet and/or a chair to sit in)
I don't know.
But for tonight I will be lying on my old bed and ceding the new place to my roommate, who I have had a lot of friction with and who plans to bring a young lady home for sex tonight.
I don't want to be there. I don't really feel comfortable here. Truth be told I just want to cuddle up with gingerdevotion and go to sleep, but she's not here either. I don't know what to do.
In the grand scheme of things this night won't be particularly important. No one night is. But right now it weighs heavy on my mind. I feel like I should be there. I'd rather be here. Anywhere I go, I sleep alone.
At least I have my music. Here.
There we don't even have a fucking clock, let alone an MP3 player.