Forgotten

Having what promises to go down in history as one of the most boring nights of my life. I feel so forgotten by the world. Munching on a bagel and feeling a little sorry for myself. Not too sorry, though- boredom is preferable to outright misery. Still, it just feels like everyone has forgotten I exist. So I'm having a couple of leftover beers from last night, and playing with my computer a bit. Life has become so predictable. Nothing exciting ever happens anymore. I think I was a lot happier when I was living downtown, in the midst of the corruption and squalor of the city. Out here, nothing ever changes, and nothing ever will. On that note, I need something else to stuff my fat face with. The bagel is gone.