Apr 01, 2005 12:15
It's 12:17 PM, I woke up two hours ago, got on the computer, and from there wasted two hours. Well, I did finish the second chapter of my project so I guess I only wasted an hour and thirty minutes. There's something strang ein the way I keep going on living without any drive to keep going. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly content with my life, I just feel stale ( I don't know if that describes it well enough ). I feel on the border line of perfectly happy and completely miserable. I'm not trying to complain. There's nothing wrong with my life, I'm not depressed, it's just a strange state of mind. I don't care about anything, that could be the only negative effect. God, it's so fucking humid down here.
The subject of this post was going to reflect the actual content of the post but sometime between writing the post and remembering the subject I just stopped caring about. I could just change it now. God damn stop staring at me. Wow. Terry Schiavo died the other day and personally, I think they should have just shot her and gotten it over with at once rather than starving her to death.