a world full of suckage

I was going to write an entry with a title from a song that had made me think but I can't remember any of what I was saying. That was yesterday I think.

I have lost track of time. For some reason I can't lose track of all the things I have to do. But that's not helping. Sally. Word association. Priscilla (Queen of the Desert). Perhaps I should be gay? Nah, wouldn't work. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. All these things I can't figure out.

I have no DVDs left to watch. I have nothing more to do. Except websites. Fucking hell, this is just simply depression. Going to need to drink myself out of it. Ha! I'm so terrible.