2002-10-24 - 4:20 p.m.
Look up at the time of this entry. Boy I wish I could be doing that 420 thing instead of wasting time here at work. Alas, my dreams of being a professional slacker aren't very practial.
To sound cliche, my head feels like a battleground as of late. So much tumultious...gah..I don't know. I can't tell if they're feelings or thoughts or stress or madness. I know I'm not happy lately and I'm trying to force myself to be, through brute force and willpower. It's not working all that well. Right now, sitting at work, listening to Grant Lee Buffalo is probably the first moment of calm I've had in a long time. I'm just so tired. I finally got a good nights sleep last night...a good 9 hrs. That's like two nights of sleep for me, but I was still dragging ass more than ever today. So many little stresses and things stealing a piece of my spirit here and there. It adds up. Work verses school verses band verses just having to wake up and be me everyday. I'm such a fucking pussy when it comes to stress.
It's grey and muffled outside. I hope it rains. It reminds me of being in a first person shooter game like counterstrike or something, and someone just forgot to stick the image in for the sky. The result is just whiteness at infinity.
