I did something stupid yesterday, namely: I was riding towards some railroad tracks on my way to class. The light was flashing, but it did not compute because I've never seen an actual train there as long as I've been living here. So as I'm crossing the tracks, the gates start coming down. I straight-up threw the throttle wide open. And the worst part was that it was fun.
I forget what I was going to say here, so I'm just going to leave it blank.
I haven't been eating again, and I think it's stress. I'm making an effort to hang out with David and Val this weekend, as the only friends I'm still in contact with in this area who are, y'know, interested in actually spending time with me. It's weird, because I have all these people who are dying to spend time with me, and then most of the people closest to me couldn't give a crap. It's possible my awesomeness is best taken in small doses.