this day is fail
today needs to be tomorrow already. i'm hungry and nauseous and hyper and exhausted and trying not to feel sad and mostly i just feel fucked up from watching t.v. all day.
i thought those were the lyrics in rancid's "who would've thought," but actually, according to google, tim is saying "so i'm fucked up and watching t.v. all day." he is fucked up and he is watching t.v., but there is no causal relationship between the state of mind and the activity. what the fuck am i talking about.
i really (reallyreally) need to write my theology thesis. i chose to write about g.k. chesterton's catholic apologetics, and i am now whole-heartedly regretting that decision. i like chesterton, but i want to read his novels not his apologetics! i've been slowly strangled by catholicism for the last four years. with any luck though, this will be the last theology paper i ever write. evar!
i'm going to eat some left-over birthday cake.
i thought those were the lyrics in rancid's "who would've thought," but actually, according to google, tim is saying "so i'm fucked up and watching t.v. all day." he is fucked up and he is watching t.v., but there is no causal relationship between the state of mind and the activity. what the fuck am i talking about.
i really (reallyreally) need to write my theology thesis. i chose to write about g.k. chesterton's catholic apologetics, and i am now whole-heartedly regretting that decision. i like chesterton, but i want to read his novels not his apologetics! i've been slowly strangled by catholicism for the last four years. with any luck though, this will be the last theology paper i ever write. evar!
i'm going to eat some left-over birthday cake.