Excessive

Today felt like a long day, not necessarily a bad day, but a long day none the less. A day filled with nice reminders about how irresponsible, stupid, thoughtless people can be, how some people default to asshole as their natural state.

I don't learn, I don't learn from my mistakes. I'm fighting here not to write another long, drawn out dramatic entry about feelings and disappointment, and I think perhaps the time I've spent being hurt or angry, staring at this empty editing box, it's kind of subsided. I've buried it down perhaps, to come up and bother me at some later point, maybe later in the week, or maybe later in the month... who knows.

I have a large headache or migraine.

My Grandpa's name was Harry Nelson. Harry Nelson was born on November 11, 1922 and died on November 15, 2007.

I'm up early today... had a pretty weird sleep to be honest. I went to bed really early, like around 9pm, and ended up sleeping on and off until around 4am, at which point I got up and had something to eat as I was starving, and watched some of ANTM cycle 2. Between then and now, I played a bit of Final Fantasy XII, watched an episode of Who's Line, and watched last night's Studio 60. There is just something so awesome about Studio 60... probably it's amazing writing.