i worked an extra 4 hours yesterday. its pathetic what youll do for an extra 27 dollars in your paycheck. like stay four hours helping people find books. im sure it sounds ridculious,but i almost feel good being the person that helps people find books.almost like im responsible for some of the population becomming more intellegent.or maybe just not as stupid. once upon a time,i used to know how to spell...but now.i dont know.whole chunks of my memory are gone,or at least bruised. * i asked if he thought i was getting fat.even just a little.and he said no.and i said if he ever thought i was,would he tell me.and he said yes.but i cant believe him.the definition of fat for boys and girls is quite different. im pretty close to being done with Unholy Ghost.its really opened my eyes to the whole topic of depressive.even though its a topic ive researched to death,and know first hand,the feelings and situations that these writers site is pretty different than the occurances ive come across in my peers and from the kids in the hospital. i guess the only real difference is that the writers are much more articulate.obviously. ive been feeling mediocre lately.i dont think i spelled that correctly.whatever. im going to start drinking gallons of water when i get hungry. because if im hungry,by the time i get something to eat,im not hungry any more,and just waste food. i guess its ok though,the intake has been moderately low. the end.