8:00pm. Day 2. Slow burn. Nothing to do on a Saturday night. Surprisingly enough. 

Making my sad attempt at reaching out to talk to someone. Anyone. A stranger preferably. I do this on days I feel sad and alone. I'd like to get to know someone who doesn't know me. Anybody. 

10:52pm Drinking 151 until I die. I hope it's what kills me. Then I'll know. Not much. I've chatted with a few people, but i'm just not that savvy on the internet apparently. Not good looking enough or crafty. I was in conversation with someone who then found out I made music and it was a huge part of my life. Haven't heard since. Talked to someone for nearly a week I thought was promising. She even agreed she'd love to go out to dinner. Said she'd love to! Haven't heard since yesterday. She also said she's either looking for the person she'll be with for the next 60 or simple entertainment. 

      And I, Pat Lynch, am only entertainment.