Screwing myself over for others

Tonight I am going to be skipping my film class to fix bullshit. Is bullshit fixable, well, I am going to find that one out.

Long story short, I should not involve myself in situations that mess with my mental health.

I don't need this stress.

losing interest?

I ask myself the question, am I losing interest in writing blogs, or am I developing a fear of writing? My main problem at this time is writing something interesting because, a lot of things are happening, but none of it is interesting.

In Toronto

Yo, just writing in from T.O. at the Risk Commander's house. I made a stab on the comics I need list this past weekend; the key ones I want I might have to go to Kitchener.

I will probably be back in the Middlesex sometime tonight or tomorrow.

This afternoon, I am going to be in the "Brock" area finding Walter Ostenak's Music Store.

I am here, but really, really busy

I just want to say that I have been busy writing for others, but not for myself. I promised myself to write two articles for "The Still" for WUFS, and an essay for school, which want to write but I can't get a word down...well, I can't it down the way I want to say it (and it's frustrating).

I am on day 12 or day 13 on not smoking... honestly, I don't care anymore. November has always been a crap month for me... and the things I want to get done always have to be put on the side for others it seems.

I have also found some old e-mails I wrote last year, and it seems when I write, I think I'm thinking, but it doesn't make any damn sense, and I am realizing how strange I am to others.