this house is turning me into a surly old shrew. been fighting with not saying anything and writing out the observed isn't doing any good ( Read more... )

i feel like i'm fresh out of whatever it is that makes the days move forward.

an ongoing discussion of months and months of hurts is exhausting and it has to be more than just irony that the sun hasn't been out since it started.

ugh, if only i didn't have a lease. i'd pack up and leeeeave.

life is trife, indeed.

i am in the process of writing a math book. its not a book about arithmetics or even composed of such things, it's just a math book ( Read more... )