I think we can help. Mercedes is black, and I'm gay. We *make* culture.

Last night, I became ridiculously cold for no reason. I felt feverish. I was shivering like a recovering drug addict, and I couldn't get warm, no matter how many layers I put on. I stayed that way for something like an hour and a half, and I still have no idea what caused it. Afterward, I got really, really tired, and I tried to read a book, but I was too exhausted, and that got me thinking about all the books I want to read, need to read, and how much it would suck if I were to die before I got a chance to read them all. That made me realize something: If I died tomorrow, my ghost would not say, "Damn, I wish I had played more WoW while I was alive!" It wouldn't say, "Man, I wish I had spent more time doing absolutely nothing except sitting on my ass, surfing random gossip and GLBT blogs." If I died tomorrow, my ghost would regret not reading more, not writing more. Not finish Eternity. It's such a shame. And yet tonight, I still spent most of my time after work playing WoW. I didn't read or write at all. I played WoW, I played SC2, and then I watched some Glee. (I bought the Blu Ray season today. Amazing!) And after this entry, I'm not going to read or write. Instead, I'm going to go watch one more episode and then go to bed. I tell myself, "Oh, it's too late to read or write. You need large chunks of time for that! You need to be awake, not kinda tired!" Bullshit!

Anyway, not much else to say. Just wanted to mark these thoughts, yet another iteration of the same epiphany I have repeatedly, over and over and over again, on a daily, sometimes hourly!, basis. And without further ado, it is now time for more Glee!