Reason #554 to Move to New Zealand and Become a Sheep Farmer

I am back, and the trip to Berkeley rocked so hard, you have no idea. I loved it, and my only solace right now is that at this time next year I will most likely be living there (provided I haven't swallowed a gallon of little pills by then).

But Williamsburg is still here and everything sucks so incredibly bad. I am perhaps more depressed than I ever have been, and have good reasons too--too many to put on here. I just have so many things that I am supposed to be doing, and that I'm not. I'm just so goddamned tired, and I just want to write and tell everyone to fuck off, but sadly, one cannot tell one's Milton professor to fuck himself with a cheese grater, no matter how much one wants to.

The world is a woman and Williamsburg is a festering genital wart on crotch of said woman.