May 16, 2005 13:09
It's lunchtime, and food is for the very gay. One day, I will have constant and reliable means of communication. Not beging able to talk, or at least write to the people I love is extreamly unsettling. I can't focus when I don't know how my friends are doing.
I hate Mondays. Mondays on which I get assigned many a final paper. It seems that I won't be sleeping for a good long while.
Noah, I will get your cigarettes to you as soon as I can.
Sorry for being a pissy little bitch, hard and oftin.