I'm still saying the word "GREAT" in my HEAD! -- That funny lady

Actually I'm fucking off and not writing it. Hold on, I'll go start it now. Okay.

Well, that wasn't surprising. I'm finished, it's sent. Getting started is the hard part. If I irrationally start doing something without considering how difficult it is, I'll usually finish it pretty quickly. When I sit around trying to make the best possible plan, I just end up doing nothing, forever. It's a good thing I finished it quickly, because that guy is gonna call this morning, probably in just a few hours, and I should get a little sleep.

So anyway. There's an internet-capable computer at Poho now, and everyone will always know exactly what I'm thinking, if they care to check. One reason I stayed quiet as a kid was that if you didn't let anyone know anything about you, they would have nothing to dislike. Nothing concrete, anyway. This one reason has kept me quiet for a pretty long time. This behaviour fell apart when it occurred to me that the reason hinges on everyone liking you to begin with. If I've got nothing to lose (i.e. the affection of total strangers), then there's nothing TO hide. I may as well just shout my impolite thoughts while stomping down U-Ave. (This is a pretty typical thing to see on the ave, anyway.) Then again, I still feel a little unhappy when I am a nuisance to people I don't know. (It's okay to be a nuisance to your friends.)

I will sleep now, to prepare for WAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!

Uh, I sure hope I don't have too much caffeine in my system to fall asleep.