Ander's Area

10.26.2000

If there's one thing I've learned in college, it is that I am, despite my best efforts, one of the most well-adjusted and normal people I have ever met. Compared to many of the people I've met so far, life has been a breeze for me. Although I've always known this to be true, it's really hit me now that I'm actually interacting with people who have Problems.

Anyhow, my only real complaint is one of time. I haven't update the Page in some time now, and it bothers me. I also haven't had a chance to write letters, e-mail, a good story, or a properly sculpted campaign yet. It's such a shame. I did manage to throw together a random poem, and I'll include it here because it seems like the sort of thing I'd do. I haven't come up with a good title for it yet; if you think of anything good, e-mail me.

Events of late have caused me much despair And left me in a rather awkward mood. I fear that you shall think I do not care To know you, or to meet you in a place Where we are wont to go. You'll doubt it's fair That I should frown when greeted with your face. I wanted to impart with this short rhyme The greater truth that constitutes my case; At worst, it will perhaps beguile the time. Don't take offense at my bad attitude: Healing's the cause of my apparent crime. I find my inner strength in solitude.

Complaint of the Moment
Ignoring last night, I haven't gotten to bed before 5:00 AM for at least three nights. Last night I didn't go to bed at all. If I try to rest, I'll just sleep through things I need to do. The only solution is to keep moving.

Copyright© 2000 The Dumping Ground, but why anybody'd want to claim they wrote this is beyond me.
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