Sometimes my journal is so mediocre. Too much coffee, not enough sleep... I'm at a loss for words. I can't seem to concentrate for more than a few moments, without my mind veering off into some tangle of futile thoughts. What on earth is there to write about?! Telling a fictional story is quite easy, since anything is possible. The writer can twist things and bend them their own way. Journal entries about my "life" are not so easily created. Realiy periodically comes to a screeching hault, as it has now for me. Day after day of the same mundane activities, I fear it's all just a bad dream. Isn't it? Is this my life? I'm burned from the pseudo sunlight projecting itself out of my computer screen. My skin is cracking from the glare of a subreality. What the hell is going on? Why can't I step outside my door once in a while- pull myself away from this machine that conducts my life in so many ways? I'm laughing now, can you hear it? 
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*Edit* No, wait, I actually remembered what I wanted to say...darn brain freeze. It's good to get out once in a while but it's hard to get away from the PC sometimes. But a bicycle ride is the perfect reason to go outside...Well I guess it would have to be - would be a bit difficult to ride the bike around inside your house...Not as fun either.... ;-)
[Edited on May 24, 2003]