Excessive

It's okay to be vain on your own website right? Like, that's kind of the point right? I would put more pictures on Facebook, but there is a kind of unspoken judgment that occurs when people put too many pictures of themselves on there, which is funny because it's kinda the point. Anyway, I like the idea of taking a lot of pictures as a kind of visual time line, too look back to see what I looked like during certain periods of my life, kind of like a visual version of writing on this site.

Yeah, I don't really have anything to write, and I wasn't going to write anything tonight at all, but I felt weird, bad almost, when I didn't write anything.

Yeah, it's been weird lately. I'm sure nothing good for me, I'm sure it's not good for me in any way, out of routine, out of the ordinary. These are things I've grown to know are bad things, and yet I seem to still end up constantly screwing up everything, well aware of the consequences.

I think I'm addicted to Radiohead album OK Computer. I can't stop listening to it, and while it's nothing new, I mean, I've listened to it for years, but just recently I've gone on a bit of Radiohead kick. I rotate between listening to OK Computer, Kid A, Amnesiac and Hail To The Thief, and a bit less frequently I listen to In Rainbows and King of Limbs.

The last couple days have been a strange challenge to function and stay awake... kind of an interesting experience. There was some fun, some misery, some tiredness.

I can write without the aid of a sleeping pill right? Right? Alright, let's find out.

After hiding inside the house for a few days due to my cold, today was a day where I had to go outside, because I had a math quiz that I couldn't miss, so getting up and going to school was the only option.

This movie is depressing me and making me angry for some reason.

I had a sick day today, I didn't go to school and I didn't have to go work because Julie and Jon felt bad and called me to let me know they could cover what needed to be covered and I could stay home, which was awesome.

My face is a mess... well, the stuff behind my face. I'm sick still, and this cold is moving way faster than I had expected, the first day I felt my sinuses were infected, and I could tell a sore throat might be forming, the day after, I had a sinus headache and a sore throat, it hurt when I swallowed and I coughed once and awhile. Today, I woke up with no sore throat, but just... a completely clogged sinus/nose/face. My face feels like it weighs 500lb's and I can't breathe or open my eyes, and I cough a lot, with a stupid tickle in my throat, and my nose is generating more fluid than I thought humanly possible.

Writing is the time of day I enjoy the most I think. I sit down and I can kind of exist in a sort of limbo where I float around in my brain and can let go of reality and sit on the living room floor and just... write.

Shorter entries but I suppose that happens when I work 24.5 hours in two days and get sick.

Work was okay but it was a long day... I already took a sleeping pill and I'll be going to sleep soon. I need to wake my sick ass up tomorrow and clean the apartment and get ready to have company over to enjoy my thanksgiving, even though I'm sure I'll be sick and uncomfortable. Ah well, what the hell are you gonna do?