Another Rainy Day?

Blogger tells me I have 58 posts, including this one. I'm sad because I probably have at least two hundred, but they've been scattered about the internet by xanga and livejournal.

Yet again I find myself posting after midnight. Doing this usually sends me into an emotional whirlpool, and I wake up the next morning feeling like something is missing when I'm actually still the spoiled middle-class kid I went to bed as the night before. A case of mind over mind, I suppose.

The "Rainbow Rock" is tomorrow. I should go, says Dan. Mark says he will play Abba. I will go barring disaster.

My cello is still broken; my mom was too lazy to drop it off at Chris Filler's today. Bollocks for us all.