exhausted

i tell myself that i want to do something to enjoy myself, but really what i want is to do nothing sublimely. the problem is, i know that doing nothing is more fulfilling when you're surrounded by familiar strangers and eating good food. so for now, i really will do something to enjoy myself. ...agh.

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right now, battling it out in my head: melissa ethridge (is that her name?) and polyphonic spree. this is how work leaves me at night.

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wow. i really feel like puking now. soy milk, mac and cheese, and lucky charms are a bad, not to mention disgusting, combination. ...i hate myself. why the fuck didn't i just eat a banana?