Not to keep stressing the point, but what a godfucking terrible week. The illness gave way on Thursday or Friday and in its place, a big gnawing depression. I'm completely wiped out and run down. I can't even look at the world right now, it's so stupendously dismal out there. I guess I did all right making it this far without any other major incidents. But still, I would support the destruction of our planet in a heartbeat if it meant a fiery yellow sun burned through this grey bilge and scorched the earth with light.

I am filing this entry under "miscellaneous crap," because that's what my life is right now. The one area in which I am excelling is in finding and framing bits of art for my walls. Everything else is gash.

Hey guess what, zombies? YOU WIN!! I cannot fucking stand playing Resident Evil 4 any more. I'm just not up with the skill wit da vidja games. This Illuminados-killing suicide mission long ago ceased to be entertaining and became merely time-consuming, so I'M GIVING IT UP. Let the zombie hoards overtake this goddamned horrible world. I don't care any more, man. I am courting apocalypse.

And science: I'm tinkering around with something I call the Law of Facebook Status Response. It goes something like: the amount of time in which a Facebook "friend" replies to your status update as though it's a personal message to them is inversely proportional to the degree to which you have no desire to hear from that person whatsoever. Suffice to say, I shall shortly go on a Deleting Frenzy.

I, too, am fucking Matt Damon, and he's tight.