Lets see...today...I wrote a few minuscule poems. I ache all over and can't get comfortable. I hate my screen name and can't change it. I feel as though I've spent every night for the past two weeks being stared at and ridiculed by invisible...I dunno, dead creature or something. Don't ask, I don't get it either. I don't like any of the drawings I have up because my scanner is a piece of junk. I think I'm an amateur artist with no hope of getting better. And I'm overall miserable in general.

The only good thing I can think of is I got mail yesterday, and that I have a very good idea of the college I'll plan to go to.