A gatorade toast... to lost opportunities, to burnedbridges.. to rebirths and deaths. To cheap meals, andslurping from the fountain of knowledge. To delusions ofinnocence, and frienships. To lonely evenings andpolitics with friends. Offering and taking help. Participationin something great, and disappointment in friends. To desperationand degradation. This is Columbus, this was (?) my life.
Gah, I shouldn't write entries when I'm so sleepy. But.. I'mnot in the habit of deleting stuff I write in here, so it'llstay, I guess. Heh. I can't keep my eyes open. I'm typing thiswith all shut. *thunk*