Well.

This is my birthday. I feel pretty bad, though that may pass by the time early-morning is over. I hate all this, you know? It's kind of bewildering, like, what happened to my stressy-but-ecstatic life?

It's a shame that the whole Mouse-Juggler thing's gonna mean that Kynnin's gone too. All of them had their choices there, of course. I wish, I wish, I wish, that it could have been less of a herd thing, that Kynnin could have said, after seven years I still wanna be your friend, etc. I wish a lot of stuff, though, and most of it's never gonna happen.

I need more people in my life. I need to do things I like in community or group settings to meet these people.

On Another Note:

Today I'm going to the boat to see the repair guy totally open up the perkins diesel engine and fix it. This is a very expensive, very interesting operation. :)

I dreamed about getting my tongue pierced.