La bamba Today was okay-ish. I slept quite late at my aunt's place, and then was quiet and still for most of the day. WestJet and I went to the Roost, and I danced a little bit. I just feel out of it. I'm worried about my whole life right now, if such a thing were possible.

I've been thinking lately that I ought to just stop blogging altogether, and just join the land of the living. I'm starting to wonder whether this "purging" that I seem to do quite regularly in the view of all my friends is necessarily a healthy or functional thing. Because there are so many nuances to it. What we talk about, what we don't talk about, things we should say to each other in person (and don't), and whatnot. I think I need to return to being a fully functional autonomous being again. Once I get my slap in the face on Tuesday, accompanied with quitting the blog game, I think I'll be able to pull up my socks.

Some, maybe not many, have noticed that I have steadily increased the amount that I am drinking, smoking, and doing generally awful things. I will also be putting a stop to all of this. I deign that if I can quit smoking, I will permit myself to "smoke" again, but not until then, and even so, return to my sporadic and solo ways.

This is me pulling it together. Is it working? I'm turning my spongy soul into a rock again.  ¶ 2:44 AM