The University I go to is too fucking hoity-toity to have twelve oz cans of soda. I usually would never have one anyhow due-to HFCS but today I was desperate. Nothing in the vending machine under a buck-fifty. What horseshit. I feel violated.
I've been low on food the last few days. Thankfully I'll actually be able to go shopping today. I usually wouldn't buy Pepsi, but today I feel like doing something just because I know I shouldn't. That's a very odd impulse in our psychology, I wonder how and why it manifests itself - or rather what manifests it.
I might try writing fiction again. I've been getting more ideas for stories and writing essays is starting to feel more-or-less routine. I hope it hasn't run its course - and I frankly doubt it has - for it's one of the few things I consistently do that I always enjoy and derive a great sense of virtue and meaning from.
I've been at the college for more-than six hours and I haven't done any classwork. Maybe I will soon - probably not.