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May. 17th, 2001 11:13 pmFuck.
At this time, I should be jumping up and down to Scissorkiss, checking out their new sound and new singer, a few ciders to the wind.
Instead, I'm fighting exhaustion and anger because I got lost trying to find Bolyleston St, found the street but couldn't find the turnoff, ended up in South Station, ended up on 93 going home, was almost forced off the road and crashed and got stuck on the Tobin Bridge, and ended up on exit 42 of Rt. 128. Then I nearly fall asleep at the wheel on my way home.
I exercise to try and stay in shape and have more energy, and find myself having less.
I ignore dating and try to focus on gaming, and end up losing game after game after game. I spent half my work day working on decks and armies designes, and I end up getting my clock cleaned like a rank amateur.
Why am I doing this shit again?
At this time, I should be jumping up and down to Scissorkiss, checking out their new sound and new singer, a few ciders to the wind.
Instead, I'm fighting exhaustion and anger because I got lost trying to find Bolyleston St, found the street but couldn't find the turnoff, ended up in South Station, ended up on 93 going home, was almost forced off the road and crashed and got stuck on the Tobin Bridge, and ended up on exit 42 of Rt. 128. Then I nearly fall asleep at the wheel on my way home.
I exercise to try and stay in shape and have more energy, and find myself having less.
I ignore dating and try to focus on gaming, and end up losing game after game after game. I spent half my work day working on decks and armies designes, and I end up getting my clock cleaned like a rank amateur.
Why am I doing this shit again?
