Revisionist Historian Extraordinaire!

sometimes i wonder if my understanding of things (life, the universe, everything) is just anti-social instead of being intelligent like i'd like to believe it is. everything from ADD to depression to being on the rebound to politics to literature and music and film. i've these rather sane thoughts on so many issues that are just slightly out of whack with the norm, enough so that i can hold a conversation about it all. as though i can't possibly accept the idea that society has made the correct decision on these things and i've got a much better idea how it all works.

maybe it's just my way of feeling grandiose.

blah.

blah to today. blah to work. i'm ready for a real vacation, a relaxing trip somewhere with someone that i don't have to worry about whatever weirdness is going on between us. i should see what Dan's up to this weekend and go have an evening of brainless fun.