This has been a week full of Monday.
I don't know what's going on. I don't know if it's because it's my birthday soon (soon!) and I'm old, or if it's because four years ago today my father sat us down to tell us he was leaving, or if it's because my game isn't taking off as quickly as I had thought it would, or what-all.
Melissa shot off her mouth at the end of the day, which I found more tiresome than offensive. You know, just because I do not constantly extoll the virtues of Being Good So You Get A Reward and do not feel compelled to give a shit about what other people think of me does not mean that I am a bad person. Go soak, Melissa, my life is a thousand times more entertaining than yours, even if I'm hitting a low right now.
I need to write to a bunch of people.
I'm reading Martin Gardner right now. I think he's going to wind up becoming one of my personal gods.
Melissa shot off her mouth at the end of the day, which I found more tiresome than offensive. You know, just because I do not constantly extoll the virtues of Being Good So You Get A Reward and do not feel compelled to give a shit about what other people think of me does not mean that I am a bad person. Go soak, Melissa, my life is a thousand times more entertaining than yours, even if I'm hitting a low right now.
I need to write to a bunch of people.
I'm reading Martin Gardner right now. I think he's going to wind up becoming one of my personal gods.