I have that stupid feeling again. Yes, I’m worried. Yes, the cloak of depression is being kind enough to make its presence known. UGH. Ms. Sexy X’s phone has been going straight to voicemail again for the past 2 days at least. I have absolutely no idea what that means. It could be several possibilities. Just like last time, I’m super worried. She sent a text last time but then I had also emailed her mom so… I have no idea. I just don’t fucking know.
Tonight is a big night for me. Well, it’s supposed to be anyways. With my mood being down, who knows? At 8:30PM EST the Tennessee Titans travel to Heinz Field to take on the Super Bowl Champions – the Pittsburgh Steelers!! Yeah, we lost to them in the 16th game last year but I still say that game didn’t matter. True, it was for home field advantage but in the end they got beat so it didn’t matter and I think it was more important for the Steelers to keep their guys healthy.
My sleep last night sucked. I woke up every two hours almost on the dot. Why? I don’t know. That means I did have a dream at least one I can remember. I jumped in a river to grab a drowning dog and I came out with a bunch of leeches on me. Then I had to pick the bastards off and it hurt. That was the extent of the dream. What the fuck?
Each time I woke up I checked my phone on the off chance that she left a message. Of course none ever came. I don’t know. There’s my least favorite three words. No se. No fucking se.
I went to Old Chicago last night for the kick off of the Oktoberfest mini tour. They had brauts, some sort of meatball thing, chocolate cake with coconut on top (which I scraped off,) and potato salad. The food was decent… hey it was free. I drank a Spaten and Sam Adams Oktoberfest beers. I then had a Beck’s which wasn’t too good. The last beer I don’t even know the name, it wasn’t even pronounced close to how it was spelled. It was alright. I stayed for an hour and a half. I went alone which sucks but my friend backed out. I did talk with some old guy for quite a while, he was telling me about Europe and how he was stationed in Germany for 3 years in the Army. It was pretty neat. But I had a feeling creeping inside so I left. I came home and watched a movie and then broke down and cried in a few spats for just a few minutes. I try so hard not to but it just catches up with me. Blah, fuck it all. I don’t even like typing that out because then I can’t deny that it happened. Sigh…
