May 27, 2004 00:20
Gosh, looking through this thing, all I seem to do is complain. What a tragic mess.
At least it's not as pathetic if I embrace and recognise it... Right?
Well, I blame my lack of intellectual stimulation of late. With the beginnings of a moveable feast and the company of those whose interests lie beyond television and money obsessions.
That was almost complaining, wasn't it? Oh, that's alright, mama.
Goodnight, moon. Goodnight mush.