Noticing a Pattern

I’m beginning to spot common themes and patterns in my behaviour. Take this weekend: I waited until the very last minute to actually arrange the poetry slam with friends (although I did tell plenty of friends). So when I got to the place I went alone and hung around and found out that I couldn’t perform, so what did I do? I left! Next time, I’ll need to make real plans earlier.

Today mom and I are going to sell the old busted-ass iBook and try and get my bike fixed.

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