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Blogger is down for maitenence and that's crap. And I think I spelled 'maitenence' wrong, but whatever. I feel like crap tonight. I want to go lie in my bed and watch Cowboy Bebop. I'm just so sick of everything. This weekend was kind of a nice break, but I want to throw up or curl up and die rather at the thought of going back to school. I hate my classes. And I have no ideas for my story any more. Or any story. Or any poetry. I've really been hating my writing lately, which is probably why I haven't written much in a while. All my poetry is the same - the same form, the same phrases, the same themes, feelings, everything. I'm sick of it. I don't know if this some general teen angst thing or if it's some writer angst thing, or if it's some unique angst that's original to me. I don't know, I'm just sick and tired of everything. BLAH, I'm going to watch Cowboy Bebop from under my covers and pretend I feel better.