Writing is one of the only things that gives my life any particular meaning--or so I usually end up thinking after a good, old-fashioned bout of depression, as I am wont to have every so often ( Read more... )

See, when I don’ have Internet access, I end up writing more and detailed accounts, instead of random stuff that pops into my head.
That’s right, another long pot of DOOM!

( Oh, how I envy all you who left early. )

Damn homework. I want to write a lot of stuff in this journal, but very time I do, I sit here for a very long time. Finding a big enough chunk of time to write has been hard lately ( Read more... )