Hmm so tonight? I'll eventually make the (freezing cold) trek to Coates, get a burger (if I get hungry). Then a little later, some friends are coming over and we're going to watch a movie. I'm absolutely antsy and agonizing over the fact that I haven't been drunk in two days. Yeah, thats not good. Whatever, man. I shoulda gone out w/my friends last night although I would have absolutely died at practice if I had. One thing I do know: I should have gone home. I was definitely planning on it: but Kristen and Ana and I planned to go to Austin tonight. But good God it's fucking cold. Anyway, I broke my going-home plans to go to Austin. And now we're not going to austin. How awesome is that shit? Really though. I could have been picking up my winter clothes- which I sorely, sorely need.
Oh, yeah, did I mention that there was something like a 20 degree temperature drop in San Antonio this week? Less, even. It's 50s and below, when it was perfectly happy 70-80 at this time last week. No, it was sweltering high 80ish. So, naturally, I'm very angry with the weather. I'm sure I've mentioned the fucking coldness a few times. Cause it's really fucking cold, man. I know, I know, it's colder in other places. But that quick drop is so killing me. Cold weather fronts suck. Damn unpredictable Texas.
Hello, winter.