covering your face, take a seat

2004-01-05 | 5:34 p.m.

So the Battlestar Prometheus dealie has begun. Excellent; a chance to test my ability to make cognitive decisions about anything.

I'm now a peripheral part of a situation that I had honestly thought had been resolved, detrimentally to me, but is now apparently a tangled web of... well, I don't even know anymore, but it's overly complex, too much so for my taste.

School has come back, and already I feel my energy being sapped away. Depressing, it is.

Lastly, I believe that perhaps I should actually start trying to cut back on the self-deprecation and the depressitude for real. All right, this is probably one of those things that'll last a week before I just give up out of the very same self-deprecation and depressitude, and yet maybe I will find some ambition within me once. Perhaps.

And so I go on in this transitory period, the hormones beginning to rush within me but the libido effectively dead.

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