6.16.2004
 
At the moment it's a constant struggle to eat, to not eat, to not digest, all while I'm suffering one major sore throat. Well, I don't think it's a sore throat as much as it's my formerly long fingernails leaving long gashes at the back of my throat.

Watched The Wedding Banquet again today. Nice, pseudo domestic bliss... followed closely by The Fluffer. If I had the body, I wonder how far down THAT line I would have taken myself.

Sleep. Wake up. Fiddle around on the computer. Eat. Have sex. Sleep. Repeat.

Nihilism is excessively fatiguing.

Tomo... well, today, I have to confront the cameras at Burkhart and Williams for my full-regalia graduation pictures. It's bad enough I've had to live with the ghost of myself circa July for the past few weeks thanks to graduation.

Need to finish my painting about bad habits.

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