I'm still fighting it, made it through a whole day of work but I don't know how long I'm going to hold on.
I hate the unknown.
Of course there are a lot of things I hate, especially when thinking about my future. Luckily there are plenty of things to do to keep me distracted. Who wants to think about their five-year plan when you can be surfing the 'net? Who cares about long-term goals when you have the glowing idiot box staring you down?
I really should do more.
I mean I haven't been working on my screenplay, and just in general. As I randomly look at other peoples journals, I see artists, journalists, students, activists, and more. What the hell am I doing? Not a damn thing. Then again, as a wise man once said..."eh, whatta gonna do."
Remember the first step towards failure is trying.
Why go out if you're only going to end up back home anyway?
God I love the Simpsons. They are so full of informative umm...information. Guess I'll go have some dinner, maybe that will make me feel better. Hopefully things will look up when I log back on. At the very least, it'll be closer to the weekend right? With my luck I'll be full blown sick by then.
My glass is broken and I'm cutting myself with the glass.