Wash. Rinse.

I should probably be doing something productive right now. But I wanna go to Vegas or something. I have such a strong urge to drop everything right now and go, "Fuck it."

I tried reading an article for my research on Monday. I got about 5 pages in, and was just completely bored out of my mind by it. How did I get here? What about all the lasers, or astronomy, or anything not biology-related that you wanted to do? You're a terrible hippie. I always used to spell it with a 'y' at the end.

Just. Completely lost.

I got my stipend money from the teaching thing, and that'll be enough to get me through as long as I don't do anything stupid. But I kinda wanna do something reckless, stupid, just to get it out of my system.

I miss the old Blogger editor. Damn, I'm becoming a Republican.

It's hard for me to even construct a simple sentence nowadays. It feels like I always need to be going somewhere. Making something resembling progress.

I should move out of my apartment next month, but I'm too lazy. Plus I need to clean up my place. Bad.

My life needs a cleanup.

For this year's NaNoWriMo, I want to write some kind of Western Mystery called, "Fifteen Miles From Wickenburg." No idea what mystery would be investigated, maybe a murder.

I did a pushup today, Just one.

I hate songs whose chorus is the only catchy thing, and every verse in between is just annoying filler.

So I've noticed that most of my so-called paragraphs start with 'I'. God, how egocentric am I?

I hate Nike's logo.