Crazy Digital Spiral
Yesterday was hellish. Absolutely abyssmal. Not sure what the catalyst was, but as soon as I got home from work (which went suprisingly well considering I only got 3 hours of sleep) I broke down. My stomach rebelled against me and a wave of melancholy struck me to the ground. I went out to get some medicine and stop by the rink to see how hockey was progressing (because, to my everalsting regret, I didn't have the physical capacity to make it out to Cortland), but I only got as far as the Target on route 60 before I decided to just go home and hermitize myself in my dismal little apartment with Soul Calibur II blazing on the screen.
I fell asleep around 7:30, I think. Its kind of fuzzy because I kept waking up to go to the bathroom and to try and answer the phone whenever it went off, but to no avail. I had the hardest time, at one point, convincing myself that I was still alive.
This is just too goddamn bizarre. I shouldn't be this downtrodden. Everything was going so well. It still is. I just can't seem to don that smile I've been wearing these past few days.
I fell asleep around 7:30, I think. Its kind of fuzzy because I kept waking up to go to the bathroom and to try and answer the phone whenever it went off, but to no avail. I had the hardest time, at one point, convincing myself that I was still alive.
This is just too goddamn bizarre. I shouldn't be this downtrodden. Everything was going so well. It still is. I just can't seem to don that smile I've been wearing these past few days.