Now you're afraid of yourself.

[ebcdic]

I took a shower and a nap, and then I ordered some pizza, since I’m sick of frozen dinners and I didn’t feel like cooking. After eating a couple of squares, I got up to get more and the next thing I know, I’m waking up on the living room floor and the dog’s licking my plate clean. I go take my temperature and discover that I have a low-grade fever. I’m assuming that I had a high-grade one earlier. I took some Advil and laid back down for awhile. So, I feel a lot better now. Except that South Suburban College called to tell me that my art class has been canceled due to low enrollment. Seeing as how that’s the only class I really wanted to take, I’m thinking about dropping the biology class and just not bothering with the whole thing. Looks like I’ll be doing a whole lot of nothing this fall unless, by some miracle, someone finally hires me. But I’m not going to hold my breath on that one. Sometimes, I think that I should just apply for disability since I’m eligible. But my parents aren’t going to go for that, even though I’m obviously never going to be a productive member of society. Kind of fucking funny for someone who spent eight years studying sociology, eh?

Watching all of this OZ has kind of made me want to write an epic prisonfic starring my favorite Canadians. Or at least a scene where Raine snorts coke off Chad’s body.

Speaking of Chad, has anyone else ever noticed that he has his hands down his pants in this photo from The State photoshoot back in 1999? And speaking of Raine, why the fuck are Our Lady Peace releasing a greatest hits album this year?