CRAP!
I broke my toe. I couldn't walk earlier. Now I can limp because of this shoe.
Tommorow I'm going to the met anyway because it's worth the foot pain. I love new york. You'd have to break a lot more than my foot to keep me from going.

"If I were a sock, I'd want to be a puppet when I grew up"-My dad.
and
"Get on your laughing hats"-Dan Kwak.

Ugghhh...where did my energy go allasudden?
I feel sad. Just one of those things. Eh.
" You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy"-sideways stories from wayside school.
This presents a problem. If Louis Sachar is wrong, then I am just sad for no apparent reason. If Louis Sachar is right, I obviously have a problem I'm not admitting to myself.
Ru's blog made me think about it. Funny other people's thoughts can fuck with you. But after reading it I had a feeling that something was awry..
Eh. I dunno. This could be hormones. Tis true I have (unintentionally) gone cold turkey on a regular dosage of vitamin Jason. five days of it was because he was sick (my fault) and some more of it was me being a tad grounded (again, my fault) but still...i miss him...
He made me a scarf. It's fuzzy.
I miss Joe too. He's my yang, man. Uhcourse I still see him, but this summer I saw him every day. But we noticed at one point that any time I was depressed, he was uber hyperactive and happy, and vice versa. me hyper=joe calm, me somehwhat sad=joe happy and able to cheer me up, me alert and attentive=joe able to fall asleep on my shoulder on the train back from D.C.
Then there's those moments where we're on the same level. Like that one time we raced across the bridge from Washington D.C. to Virginia. It was real dark, but there was this crazy moon shining all over the place. As usual I was off-the wall hyper and cheerful, joe was a little pissy, but alert. Then all the sudden he goes "well, if you have so much energy, c'mon race me" and suddenly we hit this point where we were twin people running across that bridge..
I dunno.
I made that very stupid announcement about recycling.
Dad's in chicago. I love him. I wish he wasn't in chicago.
My mother annoys me and she shouldn't. She never does anything that should piss me off. And yet she seems to rub on my existence like sandpaper. Daddy doesn't.
I love my Daddy.
The fuckers at that art magazine I was working at spelled my name wrong. I am not Hanna. They spell my name right on my paychecks, they should be able to do it in the fucking magazine. I swear I'm going to execute them.
I love my job. I wish I was doing my job right now.
I am on the verge of going to sleep. I shouldn't be. I should be practicing form number seven.
I'm sad. There's a question mark on my soul.
....
o my god i'm getting emo-drippy. I need to override this with exaggeration
THIS MORNING I HAD MISERY FOR BREAKFAST.
THE TEARS MOISTENED MY CEREAL WHICH I ATE WITH MY SPOON OF SORROW
AND A SIDE GLASS OF ANGST.

Where would I be without you, Dan Kress.
jasonjasonjasonjasonjasonjasonjasonjasonjason
fucking brain.
*sigh*
:-(.
"Reality continues to ruin my life"-Bill Watterson