24 07 12	3:09AM

Here I am again, nothing to say but still saying it to nobody in particular regardless.
At least it's cheaper than therapy. In this suburban hellscape of a country, anyway. :)

Basically this entire week has been one long marathon of not being able to bring myself to do 
a single thing other than chain-smoking a horrid mix of extra cheap tobacco with last year's 
free weed remnants, while passively absorbing whatever old eccentric shows I can find in an
NTSC resolution AVI format that my trashpicked DVD player can play off a flash drive.

Sadly, this isn't even my idea of "fun", either. No one feels good about themself after managing
to watch multiple pirated seasons of Squidbillies in the span of a few days. But! The original
Alan Partridge series was pretty funny, at least. Not funny enough to be wasting hours of your 
adult life watching it, necessarily, but still. Gotta enjoy whatever you can when you're saddled 
with a constant mental fountain of nihilist wisdom that can't be shut off. Yippie.

Don't be cool, children! Sure you get the more interesting life story, but at least an accountant
doesn't have to sit around with hair down to their ass watching racist country squids all day.