2003-09-04 - 12:00 p.m. Regression For the first time today, in quite some time, I didn�t feel like writing an entry. I don�t suspect that this feeling will last, but as of late I have been increasingly occupied with Fantasy Football. I think that in a week or two things will be back to normal, but I just haven�t felt uber creative in a while. Instead I will sassily list things I do. 1) Read about Trung Candidate. Is he the real deal? Will he suck? People seem to think he will suck! 2) Watch the LOTR: Two Towers, and the LOTR: Return of the King trailor. Tonight with Shelly. 3) Eat Gold Fever wings from the 99 Restaurant. These things are really good. Ack. I can�t write this crap anymore. I just feel like I have this permanent headache and that I need to sleep. I never need to sleep. What the fuck is wrong with me? I think it�s the fucking weather. I couldn�t even construct a reasonable email to a friend. And now I am bitching. What the fuck is wrong with me today? I miss Kerbang and Unclepumpkin and Dingus. I am hanging out with my college roommate this Friday, since I have nothing else of value to do. I think I know what�s wrong. Depression. But I will be all political about it, since I don�t think it will be permanent. I will call it a Regression. I am regressing to a gelatinous cube of boring diary puke symptoms. I will write again when Gump is in a progression. (Have you noticed this happens the same time every month. I think I have a mangina (no offense ladies) and get some major mood swings.) Plus I don�t sleep anymore. Fuck. This entry blows, but at least you know how I feel. I want something to happen. I want an event to occur. I WANT AN EXPLOSION OF LIFE AND COLOR AND JOY. I am parched. I need a sip of happiness. | |||||||||||
