March 11, 2003 :: 1:27 a.m.
for everything else, there's ritual sacrifice
I'm thirsty and exhausted. Adam and I went to see
The Life of David Gale (which was awesome) and then out on a late-night quest for the new Ani CD. No luck, unfortunately. I'll have to run out to Circuit City tomorrow and pick it up while I have the funds. Because funds do not last long in my hands. They tend to dry up and blow away in the wind, leaving me with a bunch of useless crap and a depressingly empty wallet. It's the curse of frivolous spending, I tell you. My mom wouldn't deliver the fresh, tasty liver of a newborn babe to the three sisters, so they cursed me with it when I was born. I will forever be sad and wanting for things that I can't afford. Damn you, sisters! I'd give you my own liver now in exchange for a never-ending checking account. It's not baby fresh, but I don't drink or anything, so it's probably still pretty tasty.
Can you survive without a liver? I don't really know. I'd still give it up for endless money, because despite what I would like, the world does indeed revolve around money. Money and possessions and expenses. And when you don't have any money with which to buy things, you are somewhat screwed. Like me. It's not fun.
We painted more of my room today. It's a much larger and more difficult task than painting a room has any right to be. But it's coming together pretty well, I guess. My room is all fume-alicious right now, even though the window has been open all day. Once again, I hope I don't wake up with severe brain damage. It's not like I really need to cut my brain power down to 5% or anything, after all. With such low brain power usage, how will I ever attain enlightenment and learn to float myself like a peaceful, buddhist leaf?
I'm going to cut some fabric (wonders upon wonders, we actually do own scissors) and get a drink and then take myself up to bed. Because I'm becoming something of an incoherent moron, and I don't really wish to expose that side of myself anymore than I absolutely have to. I have standards to maintain here.
'Night.
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