I finally made it to the Regenstein library at like two in the afternoon. Not good. I have far too much work to do to be getting here at all kinds of late hours. What’s more, I’m really, really fscking sleepy. Maybe it’s because I dreamed a lot last night. I never dream. I can’t remember what I dreamed, I just know that I did.
There’s all kinds of whining that I want to do here about my pain and my hate, but it just isn’t kosher. I’m tired of whining. I don’t know what to do with myself. Things that should not hurt my feelings at all… do. For no reason. I hate that.
I apologize to everyone in the world for being such a miserable, cranky fuck.