September 25, 2002 :: 11:07 p.m.
zombie lemons
I am having a severe problem with the essay that I had to read for English. Bah. I was all excited to read it, because the last two rocked, but dammit. Why must it go poking at a very sore spot? I was fine. I really, really was. I should have just said to hell with it and closed the book, but instead of being smart, I thought, "Oh, I have to read this even if it's doing bad things to me." GRR. I am no longer fine.
Geh. I don't even know. I'm sitting here just staring and listening to really depressing music. But I like the songs. I listen to them even when I am fine. They're good songs. But the staring is kind of creepy. I'm not blinking and I'm typing without looking at the keyboard, which is a sure sign of either foul badness or an impending coma.
I had more to say, but I've lost interest. My apologies.
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