Hm

If last weekend seemed perfect to me, then this is my hell. Ahh, the joys of living on the part of the world that is in limbo, yes? Perhaps a higher force just wants to tell me that I am being too cocky — I think my life is perfect. I needed to be knocked down off my high horse.

I could not be more angry at myself, and all the people around me. There is so much to write that I cannot write about it right now. My keyboard would become even more worn out than it already is. Heh.