Mood: Oogy
Music: The Descendents - Everything Sucks
You know that general malaise that falls over you right before you get sick? There's this upset gastro-intestinal track, rumbling and gurgling like a storm drain after a nasty downpour. My speech slurs drunkenly in the middle of the day. The list goes on and I know the anwer before the question's even finished...
My energy's being siphoned off, little by little, drained by unseen parasties. Little buggers.
And of course this comes at an opportune time - I've gotta keep studying for an environmental studies midterm, finish off a novel and put up a 4-page on it. Then I've gotta get my transfer script completed so I can leave this place next fall. Leave it and maybe become a better person, 'cause this place is like poison.
Oh, yeah, and I getta carve out time to work on 22 Days and 1000 Nights. If I can get that off the ground, then, hell, maybe dreams really do have a future.
"And just like that, it was over... The last flames flickered and died amidst the rubble of an empire[.] As the smoke rose into the blackened sky, we realized that the world we had known was gone forever." - Eric "Doc" Griffin on the fall
