my life has turned into a whirlwind of mundane goals. my current goals are to brush my teeth and sleep and wake up tomorrow and maybe start jogging, for whatever reason. that is as far ahead as i can possibly - or would possibly want to - imagine.

i don't think i am doing well, really. i don't even know what i am not doing well at, but i'm not doing it well. i know that i am frustrated and weird and lonely. and it is all totally silly.

i am not very smart. i am generally sad and crazy etc. etc.. i always thought i was okay and normal, but it turns out that i am not.

i think corey had a poker game last night, but i did not leave my room long enough to be able to confirm any of this. i think there were puppies in our house.