I'm depressed. Yes, I know it's pitiful, but I just am. So there.
I don't really have much else to say, to be honest. It's really pretty much the same ol' shite.
Aren't I too old for this crap? When do I outgrow feeling demented and sad and anti-social? I couldn't wait to get out of work today. I just wanted to run out of there.
I think I do a pretty good job of keeping the ol' noonday demon at bay, but it's pretty tiring stuff. Sometimes it's easier not to fight it; sometimes it just kicks my butt.
Rest assured, I'm not suicidal or anything, just, you know, questioning my existence.
Oh well. The Matrix comes out soon and I'm quite excited. I just hope it doesn't suck.
The music in my head: Radiohead, Let Down