I think I'm suffering from ennui

Maybe it's just the tryptophan. Maybe it's the existential form of despair that comes with being a human being. Maybe it's the fact that this lovely Thanksgiving break is almost at its end. I don't really know what it is, but listening to the Smiths is really helping.

I feel like an addict today. I feel hungry for damage and self-destruction. I feel done. I want to drink dry merlot and smoke black cigarettes. I want something. I want nothing.

Later, when it's warm, I will roam the neighborhood and drink in sunshine.

That's probably all I need.