Dunked

Somehow I am still able to surprise myself with all of the weird and random shit that I do. I think that I am a good writer for the most part, but every so often I write something on here only to read it the next day and question my sanity. I am referring to the annoying rant that I wrote last night. There is no structure or clear subject for that matter to that piece and I honestly sound retarded. Sometimes I guess it's better not to transcribe my drunken thoughts and have them streaming across the internet. Today is strange, yesterday was stranger. I am taking this day for myself. I am going to be lazy, watch bad tv and random documentaries in bed and think about all of the things I have to do before Monday....I also feel like shit, and somehow injured my foot making it slightly painful to walk. I've somewhat justified my absence from class and made up enough excuses in my head to alleviate any guilt I feel about not being there...I really should have gone to class though. I woke up and was ready to go this morning but then as I was about to leave I just got really freaked out about god know what, and I went right back to bed. Going back to bed would have been pleasant if I hadn't already taken my adderall, instead I just layed in bed feeling sick and awkward. So at this point I have been moping around all day and I decided to finally eat. Unfortunately, I can't really cook, and food is just a confusing subject for me all together. Still, I tried to make this coconut milk curry and it's honestly very strange tasting. I can't decide if it is bad, so over the course of a few hours I'll probably eat it. Blah blah blah, I feel so bizzarre today! This is fucking weird. I think I am crazier than I have ever been right now, so let's take a trip to the loony bin......