binaryderek

I'm at the library working on a paper for school. Its due at 6:30 tonight. So tired of writing essays, I've written at least one a week all semester, probably 50 pages worth in all. Its not hard to do I guess, its just not my thing. Funny how I'm writing about being tired of writing. I guess its the research that is getting to me. Almost done though, finals are next week.

I've got some kind of back issue, I'm pretty sure I have a pinched nerve somewhere. My right arm keeps twitching at my shoulder and bicep. I need a super good bone-cracking massage.

Listening to A Perfect Circle while I write, makes me miss singing. I haven't sung in months because my throat has been messed up. I had a cough and was producing phloem in the morning (gross), but I think its allergies because I started taking Zyrtec and it seems to have cleared up. I miss singing, even if its just in my car...

soon the semester will be over, and i will be back to working full time until the next semester begins. I'm hoping I get back to working out, singing and smoking weed soon...

This is good song. Its about heroin, which I don't do, but I sort of identify with it in a strange way: