Something fishy.

My hair is still clean from yesterday, so I didn’t want to get it wet. So I just kneels in the bathrub naked, splashing hot water on myself. I only wanted to wash my armpits and my balls, but I ended up lingering, enjoying the water. It made me want to take a bath. I think I’ll do that another day. It also occurred to me that I could take pictures of water cascading over my hands.

I just had two pretzel rods. I’ve been constantly hungry these past few weeks in part because I’ve cut out junk food. I do that now and then. Some times more consistently than other. I’ve learned to ignore when I’m hungry. I’m not sure why I do that. Hunger seems like an annoyance. Like when it’s 3 AM, and I just don’t feel like having another meal. I know that if I sleep, I’ll wake up and feel fine. My Grandpa feared the feeling of being hungry. I seem to have the opposite problem. I hate having three meals a day. It makes each meal less.. satisfactory. More like routine shoving matter down your throat than actually enjoying the meal. Because when I do eat, damn, it’s good.

Talk about exploiting the delayed satisfaction mechanism.

I feel stuck in Star Trek III. For a while, it was Star Trek II. Stuck facing the Kobayashi Maru over and over again. The No-Win Scenario. I feel myself saying the phrase Yet, I feel uneasy a lot. I’ve already found myself. Sort of. Shouldn’t I be off to save the whales?

I don’t really want to do my schoolwork. I don’t care? Some things never change. Maybe I’ll never like schoolwork. Who the hell does?

I have fish in the oven. Or, whatever passes for fish to me. If you gave me real fresh fish, I’d probably vomit. I can’t take it. And I usually slather my stuff with tartar sauce.

I’ve already wandered off. Might as well post.