Right about now I actually feel some kind of terrible satisfaction. I almost feel bad, but I'm enjoying it. Ohohoho.

Or rather, it used to be.

I wonder why I'm rejecting my selfish blame game this time. There's nothing to blame but circumstance. Can't really blame something that ridiculously abstract.

Hmm. She constantly brings out the best in me. Maybe that's one reason I'll always love her.

I am definitely not meant to be happy.

http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=a0o09tTo.jRw&refer=us

Well, that's the first time I've ever even felt an earthquake, much less a magnitude 6.0 one. I DIDN'T GET DED THO. In the dream I was having, however, George Clooney almost did. He was shot 4 times in the torso. Thank God he was wearing a vest.