I guess there’s nothing else to do. Lunch today was, for lack of less immature things to say, fucking terrific. I(t) didn’t last long though as the social scene was destructive as usual. I don’t really have anywhere to go or anything to. I filled out some paperwork today. It was for work. This computer sure is more alive than it ought to be. I miss objects. This brother sure doesn’t deserve a birthday present. I wonder if we’ll visit him or if he’ll visit us. Maybe I was supposed to aggro. I wonder if I’m supposed to cut off my pony tail in soon. So many image problems, so directly redirected to my nociceptors through others. Here’s a huff to neuropathy.
Citation hell: Thom