random thoughts/facts...
it's really stupid to get depressed from reading a book. really fucking stupid.
most of the time it's easier to blame things on hormones. biology is comforting in that way...
in seven days i must have 12-15 pages written/revised, but i'm fretting about it instead of working. humanities are hard.
i sat on a centipede. a big one. it was horrifying and traumatic.
i'm pretty stupid sometimes. most of the time.
when i'm really tired i'm practically catatonic.
i pretty much don't do any drugs, but i do have, i don't know...drug-seeking impulses?
whether i want to or not, i pretty much feel like there's no point in having long-term plans, goals, hopes, desires, etc.
i'm really stressed out right now, and i have no good reason to be.