Mad Ramblings From a Blithering Idiot
I wish I had some cold pizza.
My diary's title is "Mad Ramblings From a Blithering
Idiot", and when it's on the wrong side of three in the
morning, that title describes me quite well. I have so
many emotions coursing through me at the moment: guilt,
anger, sorrow, confusion, depression, etc. It's funny how
just a few days ago I was on cloud nine. From the moment
that 2001 began my life has been a series of tests of my
nerves. Well, to be perfectly honest, since December 19 in
the year of our Lord 2000 it's been a test of the nerves.
There are so many contributors to that fact, as I will
rant, complain, and sob over, to be sure, in later entries.
At the moment, I'm too tired and nervous to use the words
necessary to describe myself, my surroundings, and my
feelings. But, as Scarlett O'Hara says, "Tomorrow is
another day." Tomorrow I will officially begin to pour my
emotions on the uncaring world of internet users. Why I
picked my diary to be public is beyond me. I'll ponder that
question when I get all girly and personal, I suppose. I'll
get embarrassed, I know, but I shouldn't.
Here I am writing like a rambling moron again. It's now
3:14 in the a.m., and most people right now are probably
partying or feeling the afterglow. But not me, I'm sitting
at my computer typing incoherent sentences at the peanut
gallery. Who gives a rat's ass, though? It's my diary,
damnit, and I'll write anything that comes to mind. I did
that once, about a month ago. I'll have to type it and the
whole sordid tale tomorrow, if I have time. I have to work,
so I'll miss some things I've been looking forward to
seeing and doing. I just reread the second sentence of this
paragraph and I realized that I used the word "now" twice.
That is definitely an indication that I should get some
shut-eye. I remain nervously yours,
I can't remember if this is June 7, 8, or 9. What the hell
is my problem?