hanging on the telephone

My horoscope keeps telling me to stop worrying about the past by focusing on the now because the now is really a great place for me to be at the moment. But if only the phone would ring (err, vibrate).

Also, I enjoyed all the jukeboxes I encountered last weekend; now many of my favourite songs will forever remind me of a new favourite city and its dimly lit bars and beautiful men.

Oh, and I found myself doing school work at 1am last night despite the fact that I haven't had school for a good two months now. Dear strike: please end. This. Is. Really. Getting. Annoying.

But I guess it's a good thing I have nowhere to go on Wednesday or Thursday.