I feel very gray and blah.
I haven't had the inspiration to write lately. I have tales to tell. Let's see, I went to Rob's cousin's graduation party, which was a good time. I talked to cool folks and drank vodka, but I don't have the impetus to say much. I went to a corporate party at a crappy "Mexican" restaurant (only in Kalamazoo would you find a Mexican restaurant that serves pizza.) which was okay. My co workers are inocuous enough of sorts.
Blah. I used to think I was at peace with life here, now I've realized this town just drains me of all sentiment.
I want to go home.