Nothing is relevant anymore.
That's all I know.
I lay here reading the latest Adam Levine book when something hits me. I have not been outside in days, weeks even.
I should really fix that. While my blog name may be melodramatic. I think it's appropriate seeing as though I'm a loser stuck in a dead end job whose idea of a fancy dinner is a can of tuna they found at the bus station.
If it weren't for libraries I'd never read.
I'd never have escape from this miserable life.
That's what books are right?
An escape?
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and yet again I have no one to share it with. Then again who would want to date me?
I'm sorry that I'm complaining a lot.
But that's what this blog is for isn't it?
Complaining.
Then again who is even reading this?
Why would people read this?
I'm thinking of selling my chairs in order to go out to eat tomorrow.
Do something nice for myself.
~Joe
