thank you for killing me
2003-09-27 || 1:47 p.m.

I have so many things I need to do this weekend but I'm just too depressed to do any of them.

Its lucky I'm under no illusions.

I find, every day, that I actually know even less than even I thought I did.

And that is a terribly poor sentence.

But having a heart of stone is good. It means the only decision I need to make today is whether to watch the programme about Byron or the one about Leni Riefenstahl.