"I've dreamt of better times." Well things have changed since the other day. I sort of miss the little list of new entries, but that's just me. And I'm not complaining. I've given that up. Complaining gets one nowhere. My stomach's twisted and tied in knots. I don't really feel like doing much today or tomorrow or this week. I passed my classes. B. B. B+. D. THose are passing. and i am once again on TOP. No worries here. None. Like usual. I found my 18 cent watch I bought over a year ago. It still works. It's thick plastic and blue. with these little fake diamonds all around the face. It's gaudy and pretty ugly, but I enjoy it. WEN has called again. I'm suspicious of her. untrusting and edgy. She never seems to be up to any good. And I always feel like I'm walking into some sort of trap whenever we make contact. She reminds me of some alligator waiting to snap me into her jaws. But. That's just me. I'm paranoid and crazy like that. Silly me. Today will be a long boring day. and i still have x mas shopping to do. How lovely. And boring. And well, breaking. I'll be completely broke again after this. And I can't say I'm bothered. I am bored now. And feeling ill at ease. "I saw a putty tat..." DFN.