Shake and Bake Reality

So I returned to the recliner (as, I later found, Tessa and Jordan suggested) after a couple hits of Excedrin Migraine and slept quite peacefully, relocating to my bed in the middle of the night. As for tonight... I'm thinking Excedrin PM around 9:00 will do the trick.

Last night as I was lying in bed, a friend called. I didn't answer. He left a voicemail:
"Hey, Greg, it's (...). [Blows smoke] I guess I either just can't catch you or you're avoiding me... [Two second silence] Bye, Greg." And yeah, that sounded like a "I'm not trying anymore" Bye.

I realize that I've gotten worse than I ever have been at returning calls, voicemails, posts, and messages... Since my computer only sometimes will pull texts off my broken phone, even that has ceased most of the time. I just find myself not wanting to talk to anyone... And I guess if I continue doing these things, people will eventually stop trying. Maybe that's what I'm unconsciously trying to achieve.

I hate shitty depressing blog posts. Random quote:

• Random redneck at softball field: "You won't find any virgin ass right here. My ass has 'taken it' plenty of times."
  [I'll leave that completely out of context]