Yeah, or so I've heard...
these are the days of my life, i guess. blargh, what a useless endeavour it seems to be to suffer through the monotony of bowel movements and beauraucracy. I am having trouble in keeping relations with my roommates in good order, and I have no one to blame but myself. But blame is no better than a swift kick in the ass. I grow fatigued of the endless company and of wrestling with my small self in a battle to see how much bullshit we each can swallow.