April 20, 2007
Tonight I did the same thing. Went to that fucking job, but I know its for the better. I see that it's teaching me discipline. The big picture always flies in my face everytime I think about doing something rash. It's a process. It's a process. Attempted to relax, paced. Thought about writing a novel, didn't. Went to bed early. Worried about others. Watched a lame documentary on tv. Tonight the fountain outside my window reminded me of the fountains I bought dad who later put in the basement because they made him feel like going to the bathroom.