SHOOT. ME. NOW.
November 27, 2004
Oh my god. Have been in the library all day, working on my gotdamn Israeli literature comprehensive which I wanted to have DONE by tonight.
Came home, after having gotten about half way through it, and it was gone. GONE. GONE.
Along with a cheeky little entry I'd written for this diary about how I've become a stalking loser. God is punishing me for spending at least an hour today plotting how I was going to talk to that guy I've been stalking for a month now.
Somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something really, really fucked up.
Gar. Pray for this sinner, now and at the hour of her death.