on friday, i played the old rotobox with john all day. i haven't hung around much with him lately and i feel really bad about it. we used to be the best of friends and now we're nothing more than strong acquaintances. he used to be my only friend. i know, grabbing for pity, but still. he said we should try and go to e3 again in a year or two. i'll make it point to try and go seeing how we'll both be 18 and ready to cause a lot of grief.

this weekend, overall, has been pointless. i've harkened back to the old days of my computing dredges. no showers, awake until the late a.m.'s, sleeping for short periods. it all sucks if you ask me. no wonder i was constantly in a state of depression or degression (whatever). you can't last in this state, the state of being itself will eat you alive.

lucky for me, it'll only last the weekend.