Thursday, Jan. 27, 2005 - 1:20 a.m.
I have come to the conclusion that no one gives a flying furry damn what I think.
I have become a house cat, slinking about, doing odd chores and basically hissing at people when I get 'underfoot'.
My mind is broken. If it could it would run sticky and viscous out my ears. Or perhaps dry up and flake away, escaping as useless dust from beneath my eyelids.
Happiness is relitive...and my theory of relitivity is null and void.
