The current meme circulating on these internets is whether or not we should trust someone who can't use a computer to lead the nation.

I need to count the number of times I've used the phrase "Tomorrow is another day." I keep hoping that each day will bring some magic change inside me, that somehow I'll manage to snap out of it, and somehow all the things broken inside my soul will have mended themselves.

Coherence is probably a little too much to ask at this hour, after this much to drink. Today I have come to another bitter revelation, and I have a good idea of what my trajectory is going to be.

So now my sleep-wake cycle is completely fucked. It was probably a poor idea to have that Frappucino with an extra shot of espresso.

From J™:

I find it interesting that my mind is unable to remodel the emotional trajectory of my life through at least the last 10-15 years. I remember being someone who was a perfectionist, inordinably hard on myself, always thinking that I was a failure, that I wasn’t good enough, that I wasn’t smart enough, that I’d never succeed. I recognize that a lot of this was in response to a mother who was excruciatingly demanding, who couldn’t stand things being done in any other way than her own, and who would just do things for me instead letting me do things my own way.

Just don’t do it. To assume makes an ass out of u and me. (Yes I know that what I’ve written is incoherent and driveling. So be it.)

Even more fear and loathing in Las Vegas.

No, what I mean to say is… that’s not what I meant, not what I meant at all….