i’ve been feeling this sense of foreboding lately, like i’m in some kind of final chapter of something. i think that sort of explains the despair i’ve been feeling late at night, all alone in the darkness. i guess it doesn’t help a whole lot that i’ve been listening to Joy Division and watching Donnie Darko.
i’m hoping that it’s not something bad; that it means that a) i’m going to be over this nicotine addiction soon, and/or b) i’ll be getting that job in Yellow Springs.
outside of that, i really don’t know what to say about it. i really don’t know how to feel. i’m just going to sit back and wait to see what happens next.
i’ve also been seeing a giant, murderous bunny rabbit named Frank.
i’m not crazy. i’m NOT crazy!
