For your love, nature has hemorrhaged

I remember 4 years ago when I set my font to "Veranda, size 10."  Now OD thinks I wasn’t serious.  It’s rather irksome.

Last night I dreamed about cockroaches.  I’ve only ever seen cockroachs on television or in books, but my sub-conscious was more than willing to let me know what I was thinking of.  How friendly.  I dreamed that one of the nasty little fuckers was crawling up my pant leg and I couldn’t find it.  I detest insects, even in my dreams.

I got a late start today, despite waking at 8:30.  My sister didn’t wake until 11, and as I was at her house, anything I did really depended on her.  My parents dragged me shopping this afternoon after taking my sister to work, which kind of annoyed me, as I had been awake for 5 hours and had yet to have breakfast.  A hungry diabetic is a cranky diabetic and I fear I am no exception to the rule.

I spent a good deal of my weekend alone, and that has suited me beautifully.  I’ve been of an ill disposition lately and I fear those around me grow weary of my temper.  Small noises irritate me more than usual. 

I read an article about a man who killed 7 people before killing himself.  At a church service.