whilst trying to get over the existence of wayne's carbon copy, i've been hit hard with a couple of tonsil ulcers and some wonderful urti. and thus, the bad appetite has been getting in way of my weight-gaining program aka bingeing. waking up to a new day every morning with the sore at the back of my throat spells the start of nightmare. maybe i'm not that affected. maybe i am.

god do i miss the days when i was a kid with sanity hair and worries that could fill a pinhead. existentialism problems!

"i keep trying to find my way, but all i know is i'm lost without you. and so, i question myself. am i ever gonna get rid of these blues? baby i'm so lonely all the time. everywhere I go I get so confused."

cuz you're the only thing that's on my mind.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed