April 17th, 2006



I seem to have fallen into the trap of becoming a self-absorbed whiny angst-ridden twentysomething white male again. I was going to tell you all about my terrible writing process and my problems with my current play, and it turned into a rant about my mother. You can probably make up the words yourself. I refuse to become another pissant journal-keeper who thinks his own problems are more important than the rest of the world's, even though they're exactly the same.

I just wish I'd put my computer in my room instead of leaving it in the basement, is all.