Thursday, March 25, 2004
two weeks of working every single day, endless frustration and a deepening belief that this tenuous grasp on reality i have, seems to be more than most.
like a game of pick up sticks
played by fucking lunatics
birthday is monday. 25. am at best ambivalent about this fact. will celebrate with friends, hopefully, sunday at kommencement. thought about doing something more but i'm just too tired and, again, frustrated to really want to worry about anything else. will be happy just to have some downtime and the ability to do whatever.
(that said, am contemplating seeing eternal sunshine of the spotless mind sometime this weekend. anyone wanting to go with is more than welcome, just let me know.)