What else could go wrong? Well it's official. This summer is my worst ever. I've based this assumption on certain occurences that have plagued me since this summer began not so long ago. Life, in general, sucks right now. Sucks pretty bad. Sucks. Suck. I'd curse if I thought it would make me feel any better. I'd deny the entire summer if I felt it would end quickly. Sunday. Church day. Newspaper day. Coupon day. End of the weekend day. Boring day. Damn day. I think I'll go back to bed and sleep all day. Just sleep. And sleep. Than sleep some more. Until this whole thing blows over. I felt like writing P an e mail today. But I won't. Not again. I wrote two to K. He replied once. I don't really care. I'm overly bored. The phone was off the hook last night. I was avoiding a call. I watched Mike Myers slash through scores of people last night. I like the classic horror. The fakeness of it. The silliness. Highly entertaining. Nothing more to say. Feeling pretty low today. Pretty down. Done for now.