january the 14th, 1998
You know, the world is freakin' cruel. So much for a better year. In the past four weeks, I've dealt with 4 close deaths. To me, that is NOT a start of a good year. I feel like jello. Unproductive. I sit here in my sleeping attire and I can't help but be tempted with the thought of just lying in bed and doing nothing. Nothing. Because that's how I feel like, and that's what I feel like doing. But for some reason, lately, I've been productive as blah. Anyhow...