Receptivity

I had in turns both the most amazing and the worst weekend of all time.
I spent a lot of time in the hospital with Amy and watched her get better as each day passed. On two occasions, I thought I was going literally to kill her because I was making her laugh so hard.
But on Saturday night, our house hosted a party which had the potential to be amazing but ended up being pretty shitty. I hate it when booze makes me all hyper because then I am in less control and end up doing dumb shit.
Also, thanks to whoever walked into my room, vomited on the floor, and walked out.
Also, I learned the hard way that not many people are up to the standard of drinking that the members of the Sojourners' Cafe hold. And mixing delicious jungle-juice in a a gallon hug-hug and passing it around is a great way to get underclassmen real drunk, real quick. Oops...
Today started out fantastically - I woke up early and went over to the hospital with Al where we spent an hour with Amy. We grabbed breakfast at Marie Catrib's, and it was delicious. My two classes were pretty decent. But now, I have to write a short story for Creative Writing, and all I really want to do is go to bed (despite having just taken an hour long nap). And I am also not in the mood to see people.
Maybe that's because I've been listening to Mogwai and Nick Cave. I really just want it to be warm so that I can go take a nice long walk by myself.

I feel good letting go
Maybe forgetting is easy
But everything is too silent
And the colors are all gone