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Nothing to do but look for Mac laptops on Ebay... Used shit galore, yet still more than I can afford... Ah well...

And on that note, off to have a drink or two, that I stupidly promised to friends earlier last night...

I don't like being in this situation, having to force myself to stay awake so I can get things done in the AM, even when (surprisingly, even for me) I feel geniunely tired and worn out, and would like nothing more than to fall asleep... Yet it happens all the time, moreso than I can keep track of.

I think it's neat that people actually read this. I read people's stuff all the time. It's really interesting to me, and I put it on the same level as if I were reading a literary masterpiece, something along the lines of Dostoyevsky or the Marquis De Sade... There's nothing more interesting to me, than to see the world from other people's eyes, no matter how similar or different from my own perspective things may be... I just wanted you to know that, whoever may be reading this... Whether you're pining away in silence over some guy or girl, or ranting away about politics or cultural differences, it's endlessly fascinating to me.

It boggles the mind to imagine that people may be doing the same to me. I don't think my life is interesting, in the least... But it's comforting to know that someone else does...

Ice age, heat wave, can't complain, if the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought, got to the door, and again i couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when, but you've still got your words and you've got your friends.
Walk along to another day, work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh, baby, I ain't got no plan.
Well I'll float on, maybe would you understand.
Gonna float on, maybe would you understand.
Well I'll float on, maybe would you understand...
The days get shorter and the nights get cold, I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast, It might not be a lot, but I feel like i'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green, I guess it's not surprising, but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters, books about the same, they both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot, I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love?
Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights, adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great, I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan, you said that you did but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about, but my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth...
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth...
My thoughts were so loud...

I feel completely fucking stupid now. See ya.