handsome drink.

i'm at school. it's, uh, less inspiring than i thought it'd be. it didn't hit me bam boom and i wanted to write the next great american novel or write a song for the ages or create the first great artwork of the 21st century. it didn't. instead i'm tired, lazy, indecisive, and barely hanging on to my to-do list.

it's the little things that get me behind, yet it's the little things that still make me happy to be here.