"I can't get to sleep / I think about the implications."
--Overkill, Men At Work

Today on the way to class, I encountered a truck blocking my path, making slow progress through migrating students on its way to the main quad. I realized that it would be extremely cool to ride to class on the back of the truck - it had a side handle and large rear running board that were perfect for such a feat. So I let the truck go, and just walked.

Story of my life.

Like half the people I know, I compulsively check other people's journals. The pathetic part is, there are only four things for me to check. So I'll look at the first, then the next, then the next, and start again after the last, for hours. Slow, minutes-between-posts IM conversations sporadicly occur during this.

I have all this free time, but my work doesn't get done. I don't want to go to school here. I'm too pessimistic and lazy to bother looking at anyplace else. That free time is never used for anything either. Free, as in, it has escaped me.

I fuck up. I haven't been exercising. And I'm tearing myself apart. I'm gonna leave scars, and they're not even the long thin ones that other angsty whiny types might think are cool. Damage, unh, damage.

Lust week is over. It failed. Not only was their no play for absolutely anyone involved, but the collective inhabitants of the room had more work to do this week than at any other time during the year.

So it is Wrath Redux now. Anger come again, Gluttony qeued by frustration. It is my chance to bitch and moan, as long as I do it with a growl in my voice and a sneer on my lips. So just pretend, and everything'll be fine.

I wish I was depressed again, so I could have an excuse, or even an artificial solution to my artificial problems. In the meantime, it's rather awkward sleeping with handcuffs on one wrist, and physical discomfort is enough of a change of pace to be worthwhile.

This is, in fact, the journal usage that I hate the most. But I am bored, I am annoyed, I am angry, and I very much do not want to go to sleep.

I am not going to be anything for Halloween. No costumes, no ideas. And aside from Rocky at night, I'd be sitting in costume in front of the computer anyway. I do that for about 10-12 hours on any given day. Halloween won't be any different.

I hate this shit. This t-shirt was funny, but then they caught the sniper.

And then there was a riot.

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