I've been writing. Imagine that. Poetry.

Oh god I have to wake up later. Classes start on the morrow. The secretary sounds like a dipshit. Wonderful.

A slight throbbing headache has plagued me all day. Sleep shall be sweet tonight I hope. Last night I had strange dreams - sort of like a bad omen or something.

I hate my ditz-sounding blog. I'm also depressed with the talent I see out there. I need to kick all their collective asses. Dammit!!

Depressed period.