Marley’s Entry

I don’t want to write this, nooo I don’t, I already did, but I will, so here it goes, the shortened and oh-so-much-better of my entry. I’m stressed. Haven’t had normal sleep, slept too much, can’t bring myself to draw a friggin’ page of my hopeful-comic, wishing that I could write down some more ideas, can’t do that ’cause I hate writing sometimes, and wanting to just curl up and lay there. Oh, and my air conditioner sucks, making it a good 70 degrees in my house when I’d like it to be 20. No matter, I guess it’s good that I at least have an air conditioner. Oh well, screw it, nothing else to write in order to keep it short. I’ll just load up Tomb Raider Chronicles and settle for the fuzzy feeling I get after shooting someone.