For some random reason I found myself reading all the entries in this blog from January 2004. I had fun back then! My band had gigs, I hung out with friends and DID STUFF. What happened? Where did all those friends go? God, I have no idea– Muffy is… no clue; Shanikqua & Fuggy moved to California; I haven’t talked to Assmunchkin, Hillary, or Dana in forever; Lil’ Bitch is up in Lowell…

I have no idea about the rest. All I know is that I don’t get out of the house a fraction of what I used to. I went to multiple parties in a single night on more than one occasion during that one-month period. When’s the last time I went to ANY party whatsoever? When’s the last time I went out dancing? Oh yeah, I think that was March. Before that? Sometime in November.

Life is passing me by and all I’m doing is lazing around in poverty and nerding out by immersing myself in all my stupid projects. I’ll have time for them when I’m old(er) and (more) decrepit. I need to make an effort to have more fun. Or something.

The problem is: no money. I can’t even ride my bike that much because of my stupid wrist. Will somebody please fix my stupid wrist so I can at least have some bicycle-related fun? Sunday was gorgeous, but I stayed in and cleaned the house because what else am I going to do? Gas is too expensive to even drive my little fuel-efficient car anyplace, I can’t bike much (though I did ride to Newbury St. on Saturday and around Central Square and of course my wrist is killing me now), and I ride public transportation multiple times a day and am sick of it. Besides, if I wanted to take a long walk close to nature, the T isn’t really going to help me out getting there. FIX MY WRIST, HANDS OF FATE!

God dammit! When do I finally qualify for that stupid health insurance? Haven’t I learned my lesson? Yes, I GET IT. DON’T EVER CHANGE JOBS. DON’T GET FIRED FOR BEING A TERRORIST. ok, got it. just hook me up with the Blue Cross and I’ll shut up!