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12/04/2002 entry: "Get drunk before work?"

Sorry about last night's post, I was in a bit of a mood.

All day I was talking to people about important, emotional things, and maybe it just got to me. Or maybe it was the knowledge that today, like every day since I started work, I will get nothing done and will do absolutely nothing afterwards. Until about midnight, when my parents are asleep. And my dog is driving me crazy, and I don't think that shampoo is helping my dry scalp, and I haven't written any music, or even played any music since I got home, and I fucking hate all this. These are the reasons I didn't want to come home. I knew it would suck. There are good parts, but it sucks too.

And that is why I write crazy things.