my nails won't stop growing. i have to cut these fuckers every two days just so i can play guitar. maybe i should just have them removed.

things still don't feel right. it almost feels like i'm having the covers pulled over my head, but i can't even say that for sure.

i feel ill, i feel bored, i feel, i feel not-so-much anymore.

i don't know if anyone in chicago caught the moon on sunday night. i was driving towards the city when i saw it...the horizon had just hit that one shade of blue, when it's been a perfectly clear day out, and the city had just started turning all her lights on. and it was just there...bigger than any of the buildings, sitting behind chicago, big and bright and yellow. and with all the traffic on the highway, it looked like people were driving to jump on the moon or something. but it was one of the most magnificent things i've ever seen.