Another day. Dammit. The workhorse me has risen. Had to take the bratty sister to summer school. ARRRRGHH. Thank you sooooo much for ruining my last summer. I can't tell you how much I want to strangle you with barbed wire. All in good time though. I should be sleeping, but now that I'm up, there's no point in drudging back up to my room. Instead, I'll just post here trying to forget how ungodly early it is. 8:15. That's fucking insane. Not that anything having to do with insanity should suprise me. I'm to a point of thinking that I am insane. Such obbessive morbidity and welcome-to-my-nightmare-while-I-mentally-picture-your-really-painful-death attitude leads me to wonder if my sanity hasn't become a hobo or something. Oh well. I won't really be missing it anyway. Sanity tends to skew things. But insanity, ah...now there's the catalyst for the id. Oh how amused the id must be. It's like being told "Fuck the speedlimit, and go as fast as you damn want." The horror and chaos that would ensue would be incredible. And there I would be, laughing at the proverbial car wreck hoping to catch a glimpse of a mangled coprse. Of course, I think my morbid mind is getting the better of me. Meh.
I hate cereal, and yet I'm eating it. How strange. Oh what a sugary web I weave. Not literally of course. That would take effort, of which I am already expending on existing. Oh lovely. I just recieved an email from my Mom. Pray tell what could it be? A long, heartfelt sob story about how much she's done wrong? A quick note telling me of how much she appreciates my hard work? The verdict is....................a list of chores, followed by plans for more chores next week. You'll have to excuse me if I don't seem particularly enthusastic. Maybe in another decade when we all die in some nuclear explosion....
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