It's true. It's like that Nine Inch Nails album, year_zero. In the dystrophic future, the US water supply will be "treated" with parepin, making all that drink it, drowsy, lethargic, uncaring, boring, bored....Oh! Wait a tick, that's sounding a lot like yesterday. No wait, last week. Maybe the entirety of last month. Scratch that, the past flipping half-decade.

Heh. Not really. I mean, really, not everyone's failing to channel their frustration. Unlike the people behind South Park, it wasn't in a comically productive way. Why about a week ago Cho Seung-Hui shot-up Virginia Tech, enraged by the "rich kids," "debauchery" and "deceitful charlatans." He was a good writer, so I think, but Cho wasn't interested in specializing in anything else than macabre plays, and disturbing journal entries. Well...We may have a few things in common... I do dislike charlatans and wasteful people, but I think arms should be used in nonviolent ways. Like hugs! Because hugs rock!!!

I gotta hug someone. Wait a tiny bit.

Shit. I'm back empty-hearted. One step forward, another step back. Somebody spread love for me. Sweet mercy, I'm lonely.

And I'm sick again. It's a really awful cold, been a bother for a week, and I didn't get any sleep last night because of it. And because I stood up drawing...but that's not the point!

Sadly, I must end this journal entry abrubtly. Sorry this is so darn depressing.