8:08 p.m. x 2004-08-30
being that i am no stranger to the occassional mental burn-out, during which i can function at best on two gears, you'd think a physical burn-out wouldn't exactly floor me into paralysis.
well, that's where you're wrong.
the school-ish consensus is that everything looks coastable from here and it better go fast because i'm in a very hateful place. there will be no pleasantries or attempt to work together well. i just want to get the fuck done and leave, and i want to do a job i think is okay and that would require certain people to stay the hell out of it. far, far out of it. on another hand entirely, kara and tweak...very cool. very cool, indeed.
heather ate lunch with me today. there's an overabundance of bethany. i feel like all the stuffing's been knocked out of my limbs. i think this would be the right time, if ever, for a gag reflex.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start