3.6.2000
(Today I hate linguistics.)
I came to the conclusion that having a good morning means having a terrible evening. If it's a little bit bad from the beginning I don't have extreme mood swings. I can do without them, you know.
I found out
yesteday that Equin0x had indeed answered me. I don't know how I
was able to miss it. Although I haven't been observant for a long
while (the more I think about things I've forgotten to do or
simply haven't noticed to do the more I wonder what's wrong with
me).
I scribbled something and later decided that whatever it was it
is extremely stupid & whatever and got mad at myself. I blame
the headache and lack of sleep and other things for this. It's a
pain in the ass to be fickle.
Really,
yesterday was probably the worst day I've had since my granny's
funerals. I couldn't concentrate the whole day. I couldn't do
anything but just sit and stare out of the window.
I couldn't care less.
We have 50 cm
of snow once again, if someone's interested. It melted almost
completely last week and now it's back. Gee, what a wonderful
country this is.
My mum thinks that weather is an interesting subject to talk
about.
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I've done some serious thinking lately but I don't want to talk about it here. Why? Because I can't bother to type it. Yay me.