I could not get going today. I kept on sleeping and by time I woke up for good, I found it was too late for me to do anything constructive in Kansas City today. It’s now 3:30, and I still haven’t left the house, although I am ready to leave. My laundry is done.

This is the first full day I’ve spent at home since Aug. 3. I guess I’ll be having quite a few more of these coming up. And they will be so damn miserable.

I feel like a total piece of shit reading Facebook and seeing all of these happy couples. It just reminds me of what a bastard I am, although technically I’m not a bastard, since both of my parents are still married. I’m sorry I don’t have money. I’m sorry I live in the middle of nowhere with very little civilization. I’m sorry I don’t want to grow a beard. I’m sorry I don’t want to get a tattoo. My weight is my own problem and my own doing, so if you can’t look past that, I can’t blame you. But I don’t have much. Not much.