Lately I’ve been having wild mood swings, from depression to irritability to excitement. I’m trying to scientifically narrow it down to a specific cause, other than “I’m a Stupid-Head.” Seemingly it’s possibly one of two things, either my lack of eating (no money) or various intoxicating substances I have imbibed on a couple of occasions of late. I think it’s the latter, and I’m a supreme idiot for even doing such a thing. In any case, I’m going to try to keep up this LiveJournal a little more since most of the people who read it are personal friends and want to know my thoughts even if they are dumb and boring.
One of the things I reluctantly got involved with awhile back is MySpace. Most of my IRL friends have a MySpace page and use it for hookin’ up, so I begrudgingly created one with just the barest of features and let it be. After much urging on the part of others I have updated it to look snazzy, added a
song, and ridiculous picture of a ham-faced me sporting a mohawk. (That lasted for about 2 hours.) You can check it out at [REDACTED].
I’ve ceased reading news articles on the Internet, simply because most of the bad and reactionary stuff (of questionable reliability) tends to originate from there. I prefer to get my news from the local paper these days, sure it’s bland but the major stories are usually in it. Plus it’s nice to have a morning routine: smoke, pick up paper, coffee, read paper, smoke again. I have made my copious collection of news-related links available at [REDACTED]. If you want to obssess for hours about the depressing state of our modern world, feel free to peruse these links. You can probably safely ignore most of the stuff in the “Commentary” section since I usually read that to make myself feel bad.
Oh yeah, I guess I haven’t mentioned this here but I’ve moved back to Lexington from [REDACTED]. It’s not been going so well. I feel cast adrift, without an anchor, etc. etc. but I suppose anything is better than living with family members. Maybe I’ll eventually be able to recover from my 3 years of solitude and develop a small measure of independence. Most of the time I feel it’s not worth it since we’re all doomed anyhow, but anytime I mention this to my doctor I get my dosages changed. Man, I need a real therapist.