Wednesday, after work, went to White Castle with

The surf and turf is the most expensive single item on the menu. As it should be, based on fine restaurants and Jersey diners. The actual concoction consists of a bottom bun, a burger, a large fish patty, a middle bun, a top burger, and a top bun. Basically, it's a double hamburger or cheeseburger with a fish patty wedged in the middle. Disturbing. However, I ate that two days ago and am still alive. I guess eating it was just one of them ``cries for help'' acts.
Spent yesterday sleeping, staring at the wall morosely, playing Tropico, and doing laundry. It was good to retreat back into my shell, and hammer away at my ego with a ball peen hammer for a bit. I'm still nowhere near happy, but at least I was able to control my emotions until around 3:54:45 PM today, despite the events of 2:31:05 PM. I'll try to stay out of that teen angst pit of despair line of prepackaged dark morose ``no one understands'' line of thinking. That was all well and good when I was thirteen. I was a late bloomer, and clung till it until the age of sixteen, I'd like to think I'm past that. People do understand, despite having a subjective reality, just never the people who need to understand.