last minute...
i'm not built for this. i know it's not true, but it's hard to think of it as anything but one of God's cruel jokes to make someone who hates being alone just to put them in a lonely life, then dangle juicy steaks of other people being happy with all of their companions in front and always out of reach. my buddy will's twenty-ninth sonnet (click) comes to mind, but i don't really have a love to haply think on.
man, this mood really sucks for the paper i have to write tonight. ten pages. yeah, i'm gonna fail.