Welcome to 2007. This number is divisible by 3, but that's something easily established. This is shaping up to be one of the most dry years on the planet. (There are dog years too!)
This is about as good as sleeplessness, the state of mind I'm in right now, where NOTHING COMES INTO MY HEAD but I can still put good shit out. Why?
I should've gone home this weekend and gained access to a karaoke machine, instead of spending 6 hours last night playing mah-jongg. That was fun, but it did shit for me. Now I have a French essay that I don't really frikkity-feel like doing and it's staring me right in the face. :( That image, rotated pi/2 to the left, represents an approximation via Oiler's Method of my face right now. I can't stare back.
I'm not ambivalent. I'm not apathetic. I'm not disgusted, I'm not passioned. What's going on??? I can't bring anything together!
This thing is in shambles. Maybe I woke up too early two days in a row. Well, there's nothing I can fucking do about that because of my painful, painful schedule. All I can do is listen to My Chemical Romance or something and be emo for a couple of seconds. Holy shit, 3:36 AM! Does that constitute an hour's break? That's my Constitution for the day. I couldn't make a better one for you.
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