"This is worse than the roundabout."

Mood: Whatever...

The taking off of the bandana signals the end of the day. He wrestles with his hair and after about 2minutes and a mirror look later he figures it's "less than" average, but no one is going to see it...so who cares? He rubs his fingers together for they are still sore from a night of playing Street Fighter with friends Juice and Steven. His fingers are not the only things that are sore. His stomach has taken a beaten from being force fed McDonalds. Seems like excessively eating has become a new habit for Greg.

Greg thinks about his day as whole. Very unproductive just as predicted, but by no means is this a bad thing. Saw a movie with some friends, played in the arcade for a few, played fighting games until late, called le significant other, ate until there was no more eating to be had, and washed it all down with an episode of LOST. Greg is still a little "...". There is nothing left to do he thinks. Why won't you just snap out of this mode he questions. You had fun, you saw a movie, you played games, and you hung with friends...what else could you want? Maybe it was the telephone call to his friend saying that everyone was in South Carolina at the time. Why had they gone to South Carolina and not told anyone? He tells himself he doesn't care, but he would have liked to have been a part of that.

Maybe Spring Break is starting to take its toll. It's been way to long without seeing his petite chou chou. It's funny how dependant he has grown to this, but he'd never admit it. Everything is going by so fast and even long strides are having a hard time trying to catch up with the past month. Thoughts about Sunday after 3am race through his mind. How happy he will be then.

Greg gets comfortable in his chair. Why am I staying up?, he wonders. She isn't online and its way past calling hours. That blanket is looking real comfortable and doesn't falling asleep to another episode of LOST sound appealing? His mind is playing tricks on him. Might as well get a good nights rest, he suggest to himself. You have alot of raking to do and various other chores I'm sure dad will find for you to do. He exhales at this thought and continues to type words of encourage to her. This is worse than the roundabout...heh. Looking up at his favorite corner in the computer room he tells himself...

"Life is about choices and hardships are a momentary passage of time. Stick to your values, keep discipline at your side, and stay focused."

Frou Frou's I Must Be Dreaming plays. Greg likes the vocals on this song...he really does.