Holy Crap I am Tired and Annoyed

So I partied hard last night, got the number of a cute girl, saw some music, and in general had a good time. I got into work late but my boss didn't care. I just gotta make up the time. No prob. Probably not a good habit to be in. I want a new job badly. Being a musician is rough shit.

So, anywho, this dude invited me for a few beers after work. I was like, "cool, where?" he said just around the corner at that bar, you know that one. I didn't really think about how that made no frigging sense when he said it but I was cool with it. So, I had to stay late, I didn't leave with him. I walk around the corner and to go to the only frigging bar on that street and what do you know, he's not fucking there. So I think maybe I went to the wrong bar. I search on the phone for bars that may fit his incredibly vague description to no avail. Then I try looking him up on facebook but apparently there are thousands of people with his name. So I end up just walking to the train. Sucks. I kinda feel he was messing with my head. He's a self proclaimed sociopath.

Now that I'm on the train I kinda feel it's a bad idea. Why the fuck am I leaving the city? I need to be getting as many phone numbers from as many cute girls as possible. I guess the only reason I don't think it's a bad idea to go to my parents' is that I need to figure out my budget badly and I am so goddamn lonely in my apartment. I am so sick of NYC sometimes. The good times are really fucking hard for me to get for some reason. Fucking music degree and big dreams. Fucking classical music culture, sucks to find out instrumentalists are fucking insane. I think I want to be a composer. Fuck! I didn't bring my comp with me! It would be a great idea to write something down this weekend. I wrote a jazzy fusion head yesterday, I'm quite proud. I want to write it down.