It must be said: I am unstable. Insane, even. Approach with caution.

I don't feel like updating this poor little unwanted second child anymore.

I need to sleep now, in fact I need to fall backward and not see daylight again until Friday evening. Fucking end of the quarter.

Drazirach might have a future as my fuckshitadge angst blog. I'll try for once a month.

That's like saying: "Watching reality television helps me focus! I'm as always dedicated to improvement; I aim to watch a minimum of seven hours weekly in the future."

I miss Hoan's computer. I miss my sanity. But mostly, I miss the multi-paragraph entry I wrote that wasn't good enough for Second-Best Blog to permit. Why does technology hate me? I'm an engineer's offspring - even Macs ought to spit fire at my command.

Also missed: the habit of sleeping at a relatively normal hour. What high school student gets eight hours, though, even on the weekends?
Blame the teacher... my new mantra for anything I don't like about my life. Their fault I don't sleep, anyway.

Um... Hoan. Yes. The end.

Livejournal consumes whatever remains of my coherent thoughts after another day at school...
Hence the LJ's known as Incoherence. Hence I plan to avoid this new evil as long as I can ignore the temptation.
Bloggy. Blogs ate the life I never had.