So, for those of you who pay attention to dates, you'll notice this blog and the first one are dated for the same day. To put a long story short, I did a stupid and deleted the previous blog, but not before copying it and finally repasting it. But it's a boring story, so I'll spare you.
On the other hand, I'm trying to get a feel for where to go with this thing. I think I'm going to make it some kind of project - blog every day for a year or some such. But right now, like an eunuch in a whorehouse, it lacks purpose.
I guess I'll just talk about my day... (overwhelming sense of self-emasculation).
Dear fucking diary,
Today, after Heat Transfer class, I was really hungry and really lazy. So I went home and, instead of fixing anything one might call an actual meal, I opened a thing of canned ham my mom had sent back with me after my most recent visit. Needless to say, canned ham is about as good as it sounds. An eighty-year-old prostitute with an over-developed meth addiction looks better than how my stomach felt. I skipped my second class. However, after a few hours, I felt a little better, manned up, and attended my last two classes of the day. Then I came home and ate the rest of the canned ham.