Dear internet,

You don’t do a damn thing for me. You appear to, but in the end I just stay up way too late — when I’m trying to recover from a sickness — because I can’t stop searching for things and learning things I don’t need to learn. But I want to learn them so I can be a better person. I didn’t even get all my rally stuff packed and I have to chaperone video game night tomorrow until 9PM. And then Friday there’s no time because I’m going to be entertaining. This is how my headaches start. I set expectations for myself that no reasonable person could fulfill. I set expectations for others that no one can live up to. And then I don’t get it when they never wanted the same goals as me anyways.

I just don’t want to be sick anymore. Those are always the worst sentences, the ones that start with “I just.”

Well, I’m going to go rally this weekend and try not to think too hard about things that are too hard to think about. Maybe have some fun and not worry about who sees.

Here’s some lyrics I wrote:

Everyone
is saying
goodbye.
Some people
are just
saying it
slower.

Successes:

Well, I thought up a song.

** Old Wordpress comments **

Mark says:
March 5, 2009 at 8:15 am
All things in moderation my friend, all things in moderation. If you find yourself argueing with people on forums then yes, shut it down and regroup tomorrow.