Finally. I got some food. All day long I was craving Lo Mein, but had to settle for Fritos. I hate that. Finally around 10pm I went to starving mode and stopped at the grocery store on my way home. No lo mein, but I did get some Uncle Ben's Chicken Fried Rice. It was ok, but at least now I have food. The downside to this ditty is that now I have a piece of rice stuck in my throat and can't get it out. It's really annoying. Sigh.

I feel like I have hit a hard place, dear reader. I have been spouting all kinds of angst-ridden crapola for the past month or so, and now I feel like there's nothing else to talk about. I am tired of myself. It amazes me that anyone would ever want to talk to me anymore. I fear I've become boring. Not that my whining and self-loathing are all that interesting, but at least I had something to write about. I've become banal. Everyday. Ordinary. Ick.