depressing days...

Yo! When one doesn't run, the lack of the runners high, the lack of the endorphin rush, this is too much of a downer. And twice this week I have been motherfucking deeply fucked in the mental head. Today and Monday.
There have been a number of good things that happened today though. First of all I cooked a truly bloody tasty Pork Vindaloo, ate Kimchi, and had dinner with S. We watched "Shakespeare in Love" and "Eurotrip" latter very funny in a sick jock racist fratboy way, former warm fine story great film. Im really tired. Also Im going out tomorrow night with P from work and his buddies. There is a huge need for me to go out and get absolutely fucking wasted, break out of the cycle, meet some more new people and have a blast. All the Chrimbo parties are lining up, its going to get hectic pretty damn quickly. If only I knew where I were spending Christmas, either the parents or with Bro and Cousins.