first, i'd like to point out that it is currently 3:42am.
for the last 1.5 hours, i have been adding one new album on my phone
and fixing a minor, albeit incredibly vexing, issue
where four of the albums that were uploaded to my phone
had duplicates of each song;
when one of the duplicates was manually deleted,
then the other file would not play.
essentially, i have been fiddling with and troubleshooting
the music storage system of my phone
for an hour and a half of my life
just so that i could remove approx. 40 redundant files
and add 13 more.
what. the. actual. fuck.
in other news, i turned 24 a couple of days ago.
people have been asking me how that feels,
and my go-to shitty answer has been
"well it's definitely better than being stuck at a prime number."
hyuk hyuk hyuk.
i did have a great time with my friends going out for my birthday
although it was not quite what i envisioned this particular
post-delivery anniversary to be.
these are all rather absurd mumblings anyhow.
until i get home and clear my head for a bit
i will be, and have been, too wishy washy to believe a word of it.
if you did believe a word of it, dear readers,
then you are exuding empathy out of your fingers
and you need to cut it out.
there are moments
when i am genuinely happy and i don't curse myself.
i'm just worried that if i go home and end up losing
the very last pieces of this particular life,
those intermittent breaks from disparity
will ultimately disappear and i'll be stuck with just myself.
which, given the amount of memories preserved in my heart,
would be devastating to the ol' ticker.
so i will let myself blow out the candles stuck
firmly between the grooves of my grey matter,
and wish for time to catch up with where i want to be.
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