I just came back from the bathroom and sat back down to my computer, and I realised that I felt, 'funny'.
I felt *good*.
In fact, it wasn't so much that I felt good, as much as I *didn't feel bad*.
I spend most of my life absolutely tired out of my brain.
Every minute is a struggle for the next minute, kind of like a little kid who's so tired they need to go to bed, but they won't because they're trying to watch the TV until the end of the show.
Only, unlike the little kid, I've discovered the virtues of caffeine.
It's nice not to feel tired for a change.
Usually I'm just tired from the moment I wake up, until the moment I pass out for more dreamless, ultimately interrupted sleep.
Anyway, since I'm feeling good, I'm not gonna hang around in this shit-hole.
My blog has really been giving me the shits lately.
Everything I post pisses me off.
I've been thinking very hard about taking it down.
Sometimes I just feel like I've had enough, and so often I don't have anything nice to say, and that regularly bothers me.
Going now.
Yeah - I know the taking down the blog feeling.