August 02, 2003 :: 2:22 a.m.
I officially have nothing left to say
Tonight sucks. I'm wishing I could recapture the long-lost days when I thought the fact that my parents didn't care was cool and liberating instead of lonely and disappointing and harsh. My wish, as usual, is not coming true. Instead I've spent these wee hours watching
Bring It On and Court TV and knitting things and then ripping them out. It's a vicious cycle. I don't like double-pointed needles at all. And
Bring It On did very little to cheer me up, which is almost unprecedented. Usually the silly cheerleader movie acts like an IV of liquid Prozac, but alas, not this time.
My head hurts with a vengeance. Aspirin has thus far proved ineffective against the raging pain monster cavorting in my cranium. I should turn the TV off, as it only increases the throbbing, but eh. I don't have the motivation to walk the seven feet to where the remote lies on my bed. It's quite pathetic, really.
I'm invited to Thanksgiving dinner at Adam's dad's house tomorrow. Yes, I said Thanksgiving. In August. It's like Christmas in July, only with turkey and pilgrims instead of ham and presents. It's an interesting proposition, to say the least.
I want tea. I won't be having tea. Instead, I'll be brushing my teeth and going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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