My personality has been swept under the rug and replaced by an Edith Piaf song. 2003-01-30 - 1:28 a.m.
Hmmm. I'm feeling a momentary attack of moroseness (is that a word?) coming on. I don't really know what to say about it, except blah.
Yep. That about sums it up.
I wish I was special. I don't belong here, even if I'm here listening to Radiohead. Does that make any sense whatsoever? Blah.
I guess my problem is chronic waiting. I just sit here, waiting for something to happen, waiting for somebody to call, waiting for life to be handed to me on a silver platter. Who knows. I am indeed a Dork with a capital 'D'.
Oh well. This too shall pass. Maybe tomorrow I'll take life into my own hands and go see a movie. The thought that I'm here, surrounding by things to do, and yet not doing them, is a bit aggravating. At any rate, I think it's time to shut up now. My last entry was a bit more entertaining, if you're interested. Goodnight!