Excessive

I'm super tired, but not tired. I'm very sore, in pain really. My fingertips hurt so much that even typing makes me notice how sore they are. Work was terrible today, in fact, the majority of the day just seems like work, work, work, work...

I would say that my time has been spent well this week, and overall I've felt pretty good. It is without a doubt better than last week, for sure, and while there are always ups and downs, I feel like I really had some time to relax this week, mainly when I had time to sit down and become absorbed into a game, like Max Payne 2 or Final Fantasy 5.

I don't particularly care for where my writing has gone lately, maybe in a long time, but then I keep reminding myself it's just for my own purposes, just a history book, not to be good writing. I'm not sure exactly how useful this history will be however, because I rarely talk about how I'm feeling, and that seems like one of the only reasons to keep track, but... anyway, I guess I'll just keep it going, I'm sure my writing will transform as my age grows.

It's late and I forgot to take a sleeping pill. Time kind of snuck up on me, this entire day seemed to fly by, and wasn't entirely enjoyable, but for the most part it was okay.

I just saw a Wendy's commerical advertising that their fries were naturally cut. What does that even mean? Like, does that mean they were cut over thousands of years by erosion? Or.... were they once potatos and were cut into fries with a tool of some kind.