I'm tired. So much to do. The work just never ends. And, on some level, it's my fault. If I hadn't spaced out all day I wouldn't be in this situation. But, I've been doing this for years, and nothing too bad has ever happened.

This is convenient. For whatever reason, I never feel compelled to tell other people how I'm feeling, or what my opinion is, or whatever. I can just write it down if I choose to. But that's only if I choose to. I just like the power to do be able to do it.

Anyway, meet tomorrow. 1000, 600, 4x4. Not looking forward to it. Haven't run much the past week. Been slacking off a little. At the same time, don't care. Enough said.

My supply of Berry Berry Kix is dwindling. I just constantly eat it whenever I'm at home. Which probably isn't such a great idea, but I just can't help myself.

I'm tired as hell. What am I doing typing here.

It's been a while

The last post I wrote on this thing was in 2004. Noone goes on here anymore, and that comforts me. I can write on here without anyone seeing. I don't know why I decided to resuscitate this blog. Maybe it's so I can write whatever I want. Maybe it's because I'm bored. Maybe I'll decide to stop this, or at least start a new one. In any case, it's been a long time. I don't even know what to write.

It's Valentine's Day. The day when we all are all reminded of whether or not we have a girlfriend. I'm not upset. I've moved on, but sometimes I wonder whether or not I want to get back with laur. And then I remember why I can't. Jeeeez. And that might be the only thing stopping me from trying to start something with her again.

Enough emotional shit. Test on The Brothers Karamazov tomorrow. And yet, I don't care. I just care so much less about school now. I'll skim through a few chapters probably.

Writing like this is sort of therapeutic. This is nice.