Excessive

I'm terribly miserable today. Yeah, I know, that sounds mighty dramatic of me, but it's the truth. I debated about wether or not to even write about how I've been feeling; It doesn't quite make me feel ashamed, but it's not something I feel awesome about openly talking about anymore. I figure it's only right to do it, because it's important that how I'm feeling is recorded to be looked back on in the future to recognize patterns or problems, or to see improvement or decline. So ya... feeling pretty down today. It's not really a.. uhh... depression, like.. a sadness or whatever, nothing like that. I just feel really low, really uninspired.

I don't know where to start really... I didn't take a sleeping pill, and so I'm not really in writing mode, as generally speaking, being on a sleeping pill enhances my ability to write. I'll try anyway, as I've got to write, so I'll write.

I'm in Hamilton right now, sitting at my Grandpa's computer, installing Direct X and Ad-Aware, talking to Mark and Sarah, waiting for his dial-up internet to download some things.