Anata ni aitai

Today is silly. Yesterday didn't happen. DID NOT HAPPEN. I went to classes, came back, ate lunch, had evilpookie grouphell meeting, was depressed, spent three hours in a haze of UNNECESSARY JAVASCRIPT, ate dinner, spent 2.5 hours functionally unconscious, and putzed around for a while before going back to bed. This morning I made myself get up at eleven, dorked around (there are subtle differences between putzing around and dorking around, in case you were wondering), became clean, ate too much food, and went out to buy diet Coke and other important things. Now it is already freakin three o'clock, and I am distraught because I still have not accomplished anything real.

I am supposed to drink a full glass of water with this pill. What I want is to drink the rest of the bottle of Coke in my fridge. dammit.

All I want to do is sing with Megumi and dance until I pass out, every day for the rest of my life. Wouldn't it be safer for the world if I were allowed to do so? There should be government grants specifically for this purpose. all I wanna do is have some fun

oohkay. Punkin feels like a secret baby troll, and I feel like Punkie. The triplet must be restless.

I think I have strange dreams of other lives, and that is why I have such odd senses of displacement all the time. I wish I could crawl back inside my own head.

At least is pretty out. for the next two hours before the sun goes down. I need to get a sun lamp and put it in the corner.

Thirteen days until I go home. shine.