i cannot tell if i am making progress in my
attempt to become a functional person.
that may be a bad sign...

the sun, however, has reinvigorated me.
i am full of ideas and
i can't sleep. shocking.
i should clean my room but sadly i lack
motivation. shit has piled up not only in
my room but in the living room as well.
i think my shit may be trying to eat the house
which is disconcerting yet i am unmoved.

summertime in the LBC by warren g.
your woman by white town
guilty cubicles by broken social scene
pretty (ugly before) by elliot smith