But it was restricting.

Now I live on HuSi, and diarizing drunk is what we do.

Only now I am depressed because all the writing I've done in the past months has been drunk diarizing or hole diaries about my roommate.

I'm so sorry. I've neglected you. You who maybe give a shit about my life. I'm so sorry. It just hasn't been that exciting.

I finished watching The Prisoner. That ending is just odd. I think I know who #1 is, but I'm not certain.

What the hell else?

I had a weird dream about my sister. I dreamed she was merging with an alien consciousness, a transhuman creature of pure thought. She was giving away her corporeal nature. I argued against it. She gave in. The dream is symbolic, an allegory to how she is growing up and I am outside, watching it, and worrying. She is growing up beyond me.

I called her tonight. She was drunk. I was drunk. It was a unique moment.

toby, why are you so mysterious? I know you read this diary, once in a while. I like you.

Holy crap, now that's drunk. Please excuse me while I pass out.