Pointless entry

I always have so much to say here, but the act of dredging it all up and then trying to make it coherent is draining for me; my usual coping strategy is repression and denial, in direct opposition to the whole idea of having a public journal. Usually what happens is that I pull up the "update journal" window, attempt to think of a subject line, quit, move on to the "entry" area, type a couple of words and then sigh and click on the "x" in the upper right-hand corner.

I'm tired now. Warm showers tend to do that to me. Maybe when I get back in I can put something here.

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It wasn't a joke. Mein Gott. The "Team Cumming" link slays me.

My dad stays home in his robe for most of the day. It's annoying.