April 5, 2004
There's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. My only motivation is to distract myself from what I am supposed to be doing. The horrorscope told me to pull myself together. I have finally become too much of a good thing. It is difficult to be clever when wallowing in one's own sympathy. Let the good times roll anyway, I say. Go ahead, knock me around, I don't care. How can anyone really care about much in this world anyway? It is such a stupid place. Just shut the hell up and wheel my half-barrel of Killian's over here please.