It's early, I have a pot of coffee brewing, and I am distracted. There is so much and so little that I want to say. I am reading Nabakov right now and I don't really know what motivated him to write - that's a lie actually. He said very explicitly that if he didn't lose his home country, perhaps he would not have written at all.
got a cushy lil ice cream job where i can fuck around on the internet when it's slow. currently it's snowing so not a lot of customers. hackertime.
repairing self after break up from long term relationship. sad and lethargic most days. trying to apply for jobs, but some days i just sleep until hunger drives me out of bed.
i put a whole entry in here yesterday and maybe i didn't save it properly.
wisdom teeth out. i am a little bit bored and sore.
getting my wisdom teeth out on monday. already had 2 out, getting the other two out.
currently high and trying to be productive amidst cascading systemic failure.
so i bought $700 worth of clothes and called it a day.