Quiet slow day today. Did nothing special. Just wasted time as always.

Worked on dailysp.

Napped.

Looked at celeb sites.

Had soup.

Played g*o*a*l.

Possibly wasted my last chance of being loved.

Read diaries.

Updated faq

Read about the Crisis of Infinite Earths.

Wrote.

Nothing important. Nothing to talk about. Nothing at all.

I feel sick.

And I don't want to go to work tomorrow.

And I can't silence the buzzing flies.

I'm sure the vultures will be next.

I feel so incapable of changing my circumstances.

And maybe I don't want to. But I do. But I don't. But I want you. But I can't. Don't get any big ideas, they're not gonna happen.

And maybe I just won't deal with anything.

Maybe tonight you're aching.

And holy fuke. Someone at bitchfest actually likes me. I thought everyone hated me over there.

I thought everyone hated me all the time. See, much better than dealing with things.

I'm going to go now and not deal with things.

Night night. Rest in peace.

np: buffalo tom - late at night