Yesterday while out having cocktails I decided that I should really stop wearing sandals because the season where it is necessary to wear sandals has ended. I am too lazy to put socks on half the time.

It's almost like how I have ceased working on pretty much anything besides the necessary table waiting. Mostly because I am lazy.

I have had inspiring moments--walking home alone half-drunk on days where there are droplets of rain and the coolish air curls around my t-shirts and tanktops-- where I am way too sublime for my own good. But because I have essentially rid myself of complicated emotions (or am at least ignoring that they exist at present), I shrugged off anything besides waiting tables, beer, and cocktails.

Or maybe I just need to make out again.