I really hate being depressed. Nothing in the world seems fun, because in the back of your mind you're always thinking about something else, something usually dreadfully important and serious. I can't stand it, but there's no way out yet.
What did I do today. I've spent a great deal of time working on converting my Daria and Pete & Pete collections to VCDs, because now I have a program that will encode them properly for me. No more having to watch them on my computer, once I get the new DVD player hooked up I can watch them on 55" of goodness. I haven't watched either of those shows in a while, I had forgotten how much I like them.
I find it slightly odd that not many people have said much at all about my big religion post.
Can't sleep again. I ate a bad lasagna for dinner and I'm still feeling the after-effects. And I just don't feel like sleeping.
I'm contemplating not touching my computer - or any computer - at all tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.
I can't think of anything else to say, honestly. Nearly all of my paragraphs are starting with "I" and they aren't going anywhere interesting. Sorry about that.
