September 26, 2002 :: 11:15 p.m.
fork, meet Mr. Electrical Outlet - ain't he tingly?
I am so down that it is not even remotely amusing. And aside from a few nit-picky things, there's nothing wrong. I am my least favorite person, and that's saying something... do you know how many people I don't like? A rough estimate would be, oh, 99.7% of them, so that's like billions and billions of people whom I would love to personally disembowel ranking higher up on the "Like" scale than myself.
Feh. I'm going to do something that I find recreational and hope it provides at least a quick fix. And since I don't drink, smoke, take drugs of any kind, currently have any functioning communicative ability, or anyone to really talk to if I did (Adam went to sleep), my options are few. I could sleep. I could watch TV. I could read my Anthro bullshit. Or I could beat the living hell out of something. Well you know, Alex, let's go with "beat the living hell out of something" for $500, because I personally do not find any of the other choices especially mood-lifting.
There's no reason to continue this. I am not in cheery diary writing spirits. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps not, as I do not anticipate the end of my feeling like a big fucking worthless failure in every aspect of life to come any time very soon.
Goodnight.
[/end angst]
Think of kitties. Kitties make everything better.
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