I was wearing a cap earlier and even though I've taken it off it still feels like I'm wearing it.

It's most annoying. As are the flies. Damn flies. It's getting hotter outside. The temperatures are rising. An endless summer is coming. I don't like it. It's been so nice and cold at night the last week. Now it's going to just get hotter and hotter and hotter. I don't like it one bit.

And the cats are shooting porn in our back yard. I just know it. Randy bastards.

I lub the sp hub. I've gotten so much cool stuff there. I lub it so much that I actually dreamt about it when I napped earlier today. Don't ask me why my subconsciousness thought that Frank Quinto and Jill Harrison chatting was that important. I don't know. But at least my dreams are leet. I still prefer dreams to real life. With one or two exceptions.

A pocket full of emptiness and nothing to believe. Yeah. That should be the lyrics.

Why is diaryland's member area so painfully dead and slow now? How am I supposed to leave notes and update? And why did Andrew never get back to me about the check? I guess he doesn't want my business. And why is there no response from google? And who do I have to kill to get a banana split? I've never had one in my life and frankly I think it's about time I treat myself to something nice.

I'm not keen on going to work tomorrow. But then I never is (EDIT: never is wtf?). It'll be fine. They're more scared of me than I am of them. Or bears.

Less than 70 days till the summer holiday.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by an enormous ammount of terror and despair. Most of the time I try just not to care.

night all.

np: zwan - lyric (020414)