Excessive

I'm home from Nova Scotia, and if you noticed I didn't write for the rest of my trip, but in fact I did, and I have rough notes all written up for what I'll write, but I haven't had the time to write about it in detail. I will go back and flesh it out and post it, so it won't be current, or whatever, but it's my story and I can tell it however I want.

I stayed up way too late working on a programming project that wasn't even neccessary, and now my eyes hurt and I have a headache but for some reason the last thing I want to do right now is go and lay down for the night. It sucks because I know I should, and I don't really feel like falling asleep watching TV either, so I guess I'll just suck it up, get changed and go to sleep.

Yeah so there was a time when I didn't have webspace because of some bullshit service cancelled itself and blah blah blah, I lost some entries, and on top of that used google's Blogger service for a year or so before repurchasing webspace.

Today was a bad day full of crap.

The first time through, sex was definitley on my mind, and definitley the first question I had. Second time though, I thought it was trivial and actually thought he was stupid for asking; it goes much deeper than that.