Positively Scarred

I’ve been sitting up for hours, waiting for my phone to die. You know, because it’s better to charge your phone when it’s completely dead instead of just plugging it in randomly whenever you feel the need to…

To keep myself entertained I’ve been doing more escape the room games. I’ve found even more and have probably done 15 this past week. It’s a serious addiction and I’m considering seeking help.

I’ve also been listening to the thump-thump-thump of the bass from a neighbor’s stereo. It’s been going for well over three hours. I considered calling the police department, but then I decided that it would be bad karma, when I have nothing to really complain about. I just happen to not particular like these neighbors. The stereo has been shut off/turned down a few times, but it always comes back on.

Another reason I didn’t call is because I remember what it’s like partying until the wee hours of the morning. I say that like it was so long ago… but the truth is, I feel really old when it comes to partying. I do still want nights like those, but I know now that they will be few and far between. I think now I’m more content with having a few drinks and not getting all hammered. I rather enjoy not waking up with a hangover every weekend.

Still though, I’d like to have plans. Even more so, I’d like to have secret plans. Because, you know, a life needs secret plans.

(Also, I feel the need to remind you, reader, whoever you are, to feel free to leave a little sumpin’ sumpin’ in my ask box.)