The Obscure

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Monday, January 24, 2005

 
I'm such a goddamn nutjob, I have to go to work at Veronica's tomorrow morning, and yet I cannot bring myself to sleep right now.
I couldn't get our Brita filter to work, just now, so I have about a half a glass of water next to me, and that's all I get for tonight. I guess when it's gone I will try to go to bed.
I came across this brilliant comic online, earlier. Recently I discovered a comic that was very vulgar, disgusting, offensive, and hilarious. I told Tim about it, I don't know if he liked it at all, but I kind of did. The guy who wrote it had previously made another webcomic, in 1998, and it is archived online. Let me tell you, I read it just now, and it is stunning. It's done in pen and ink on board, with this beautiful classic cross-hatching. Man, the composition of it is so interesting, and the writing for it is so intuitive, so smart, you know? It's an autobiographical thing, about a break-up that he went through and his reaction to it. It's just so... I don't even know man, it is just brilliant. It's called A Heart Made of Glass, if anyone is interested wants to see it, just ask for a link and I'll find it again for you. It's unfinished, I guess it was originally intended to be 5 books long and he only finished two. Still, though, it's great.
Anyway, now that I have nerded you all with my nerd...

I am feeling down-hearted. Who would have guessed, huh? I don't really no if there is a cure for my particular kind of blues, but if there is, I would like to inject it into my veins.
I have to find something to do with my time, but I don't want something to do with my time. Isn't that a weird predicament? There are things right now that make me so happy, but there's so much dragging me down at the same time. Inside my head, that little child is confused, and crying. No one understands the mind of a strange man, least of all himself.
A while ago the filter in my fingers for what I should and should not write on this public place was broken. Take what you read here as you will, it's meaningless gibberish anyway.

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