Fuck this post.

The last week or two I've been totally exhausted. Bone tired. I'm having one of my bouts of self-disgust, too, since I've been rather unproductive and too self-indulgent for my own good. High-calorie shit diet, minimal work done, shit piling up, bleh. I can't even think of anything worthwhile to write here.

The only high point the last few days has been totally wearing myself out biking, and tonight I can't even do that thanks to the raging thunderstorm that started on my way home from school.

Tomorrow night I'm having a ton of sushi, at least, so that'll feel good. I think I need sleep and a lack of distraction. I still have three movies left that I borrowed from Mike last night, so eventually I'll be done with this little phase and get back to life.

I hate my TV in a way that I can never express. I am too easily wooed back.