I've got nothing to talk about today. Seriously. I have done nothing today. At all. So how in the world am I supposed to make this interesting? Hmm...I've got it!
Rorschach's Journal.
May 11, 2009.:
Woke up this morning in haze. Didn't sleep well. Often don't these days. Realized I'd lost track of entries. Promised to enter twice today. This is second time.
No real meals to speak of in first half of day. Ate what I could when I could. Sat in front of brainwashing box absorbing all the advertisements and mindless activity masquerading as entertainment as I could. Spent some wasted time on the computer. Wonder what the point of it is sometimes. Must remember to investigate further.
Father came and followed suit on computer. He and I collaborated, as we are often prone to do. Ate again soon after, if one can call what happened true ingestion. Hardened bread, covered in pasty tomato derivative, cheeses, and meats of all sorts, drenched in more grease than the sweating back of a man running for his life in the dead of a hot summer night. Not fit to call itself nutrition.
Enjoyed creating a new persona for the role I will soon play in a group of others like myself. Did not care for my lack of productivity. Found myself lacking time for the frivolities of beats and notes today. Managed to avoid self-medicating myself with the sleeplessness drug I find myself having such trouble kicking.
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