can you hear the dolphins cry?

Yet again, same place, just a different time. Same circumstances, no. Another best friend in the picture this week. But we're still lying here, talking shit because we have nothing better to do with our Saturday nights. Happy belated birthday Sophia, happy birthday Shelby. I have a really big writing block, things just aren't flowing. It's like Deja Vu on a weekly basis. Friday night through to Sunday... it's all the same and in this case, not even a different day. Same thing, same day, same time just in past, present and future. Julia's singing is actually kind of soothing. I hope she doesn't read that, sounds a bit queer. In conclusion, when I catch myself wondering what I'm really doing, what are my plans... I remember I have none. I'm in a rut, remember? I'm allowed to do this because I'm in a rut and until I find an escape I'll keep doing this. Alcohol can only numb my senses and thoughts for so long, and soon enough I'll hit a dead end in this road I'm traveling on and realize it was a very wrong turn I took long ago.