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And then there is:

I've decided I hate that last entry.

Everything.

I like toast.
I like video games, even though I denied it for years, and I am still terrible at them.
I like Chicken.

I spent hours tonight playing PS2, and am now watching reruns of Adult Swim.

I slept nearly 20 hours the other night. When I woke up, it felt like I hadn't slept in years.

It hit 117 degrees F. where I live today. It does not make me happy that when I step outside I feel as if I might vomit simply because of how heavy the air is.

I ventured into a Walmart today. It scared the ever loving shit out of me, and I fled before it ate whatever remains of my soul and put it on a clearance sale.

Sometimes I miss being cranky and solitary, but not in the kind of missing that makes you want to revert back to it. More of a "well, that was that and this is this" sort of way. I assume it's just evolution, or maybe not the error of a trial.

I'm letting my hair grow out, and half the time I want to cut it. I dyed my hair blonde, to buy black again. I have plans for new tattoos and new projects and new starts, and right now I'm sitting on my couch in the middle of the night, half watching commercials for movies that look like an atrocity.

I'm actually in a good mood tonight, despite what you might think.