Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

.....

What?

Where did all the fun go?

Yeah. It's all been drained away. That, along with any drive, happiness, and sanity I may have once had.

For the last several days, I have been absorbed in a hazy world, a world of giant fish, glorious pepsi, brown paint, metal dinosaurs, paddle boats, poisoned blades, lethal beetles, ostrich riding, pirate girls, mashed potatoes, roller coasters, and gay midgets.

The nights haven't been much better. The last dream I remember had something to do with a roller-blading girl who could control machinery with her mind, and who had some serious abandonment issues. Very confusing, but entertaining...in an insane sort of way.

I'm weak from lack of activity. I get dizzy walking around the house at night. I trip over cats. I hit my head on large kitchen appliances.

This whole vacation...isn't really...a vacation.

It's punishment.

I probably deserve it, so I accept it. Just don't get your hopes up where my return is concerned. I may just give up and die here.

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Okay, I won't give up. I may not feel enthusiatic about the whole life thing right now, but I'm too stubborn to cave. Though I may die anyways. I almost got hit by a car today...

I need to go slaughter more innocent death-machines.....

Damarus, HERE I COME!