||[Mar. 28th, 2001|10:32 pm]
I'm finished. I'm done. I cannot go on like this, so... another cup of self-reinvention, anyone?|
Things are terrible, but I am great. Yeah, I've slept 'bout eight hours in the past two days. The romance is strong, but sorta failing. I can't seem to stay on top of work, no matter how much time I put in. And I'm smoking more and more. Strangely, I am excited about the stuff I am making.
And oh, I got the camera for my Visor. It was pretty silly because I drove for a half an hour to north Rockville just to pick up a package from Airborne Express, though the scenery was just so industriel tragique.
God, I am not normal.