What does it say about me that when I daydream about being an author, it's cynical thoughts of shilling self-help books? I guess it's my overly-practical/realistic side. I know that I haven't shown any signs of having a particular gift for writing, and that even if I had, many of the greatest writers ever died proverbially "poor and alone", yet self-help books obviously require no special ability or intelligence to produce, so long as one is willing to prey on people's insecurities by selling them a cheap solution to something they're too lazy or stupid to fix the real way. Hell, maybe it's just because I think I know all the answers.

So I've been binging on videogames lately. I kind of think of periods like that as similar to an alcoholic's "blackout" periods. I do it with a number of things/activities - as people who know me are sure to remember - comic books, normal books, fight videos, videogames (lemme know if I forgot anything). I think I have sort of a compulsive personality. Anyway, right now the easiest/fastest solution I have to that sort of thing is just "finish the binge," and I'm pretty close to the end of Final Fantasy VI. Why does that title all of a sudden look like porno now that it's typed out? Anyway, I think I'm just trying to a) get over the stress of school (yes, I stress out hugely about school, I just don't show it in my actions or forethought) and b) deny the impending doom of real life and jobs.

I was going to write something here about my ritualistic method of shaving and how I enjoy it and it lets me get in the mind set for changing things in the rest of my life... but it seems really dumb at this point.