"snack machine blues"
My shirt is wrinkled. My head hurts, I have a pimple, I'm tired and hungry, I didn't get drunk last night.At first glace, these would seem to be bad things, but in reality they're....um, yeah, actually, they're mostly bad.
But that's not the point!
This point is, despite these things (Because of them?) (No, not because of them! Well, maybe because of one.) I'm in a good mood. Mostly good, anyway. Pretty good. Decent. Hehe.
Last night was full of crazy German philosophers, spaghetti and lots of not looking.
I have a rock in my shoe and I can't get it out. Does anybody have change for a fiver? Fiver. Wasn't that the name of a rabbit? Ah! must look it up! Yes! i was right. Yay.
The more I think about my mood, the more I seem to drift closer to a bad mood. I don't know why that is. I'm perfectly happy right now, I guess, just so long as I don't think, don't try to ask myself why, don't---but I'm doing it! Stop! Do you think I need help? I don't. Everybody has problems. I'll try and deal better, I promise.
Really, I don't know what to say. I'm not in as good of a mood as I was walking over here (which was when I started composing this entry), but I'm not in a bad mood. I guess I'll just...manage.
Yes, that's what I'll do.
and you're crazy if you think that what i say will never hurt me, but i'll be damned if i let you give a damn