All alone...

2002-07-03 || 12:57 p.m.

My creative forces are drained. Here's a question: where did they drain to? I have not one bloody idea. And where is the drain for said creative forces? I'd like to put the plug back in it, but wouldn't know where. I'm guessing the drain is somewhere around my navel, but nothing else has flowed out of it, and it seems otherwise intact. Perhaps it's just that I've had a lot of sleep, or haven't eaten any Japanese food recently.

Where have all the creative forces go-oone? Do do-do, do do-do, do do-do.

For that matter, where did Paula Cole go? I'm sure she's around someplace.

When did my life get so dull? I used to do all kinds of fun and interesting things with many people. Now, nothing. Maybe that'll change when I start school again? I hope so. Perhaps the fact that no-one's reading is a sgn that my life has ceased to exist. That or that no-one cares. Boo hoo, and all that. Peepz from Austin, let me hear from you, gosh!