Psycho boy's eyes burned into the back of my head again today as I walked past him sitting on a bench. Only this time...he followed me. I'm sure its pure coincidence that at the exact moment I passed him he had to get up and go in the same general direction that I was travelling. It's still a little unnerving.

My bagel is burnt. I hate how they stop serving breakfast at 11:00. Lunch is from 11-4 p.m. Lunch sucks. Everyone knows breakfast is the best meal of the day. I'm starting a crusade to have them start serving breakfast longer.

I hope you realize that everything I say here is purely filtered, and the things that really do bug me, and occupy most of my thinking time, I never put into writing. There, I've placed a resistance in you, dear reader. Can you stand to read anymore?