I went to bed in a bad mood and woke up at six-thirty in the morning feeling even more misanthropic-- and I'm not even cursed. Carpe diem, they say, but whenever I hear that I just feel like glowering at a bunch of dead poets. Honestly, what civilized man wakes up before eight a.m. and doesn't feel exquisitely terrible?

I don't believe in omens, ( Read more... )

There are times in my life where I've sworn that if I ate another bite, I would vomit. I'm fairly sure this is one of those times, and I'm fairly sure that this is a manifestation of my id and an indulgence in the Cardinal Sin of Greed, but ( Read more... )