trevallion

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

At this point I'm really just tired of complaining about it. At least I'm not sinking into god-awful depression or anything. I really do miss regular social interaction. I don't get to talk to real people as often as I'd like. One good thing is that I don't hate people as much as I thought I did. I need a pen pal or something. I feel so isolated. Getting laid would be nice too. and I could probably handle not eating salad sandwiches from Subway and bean burritos with no cheese ( That's right! No cheese! Is it that far fetched for someone to request something from a fast food restaurant without cheese?) from Taco Bell like every day. I think this must be how non-veggie types think that veggie types eat on a day to day basis.

On the plus side, I finished that Noam Chomsky book and now I'm about 1/3 of the way into Chomsky Reader. Go go gadget anarcho-syndicalism!