Only I would iron my shirt when still wearing it (true story, see high-school me circa grade 10), and only I would cut my eyelid when trimming my bangs (see present me circa this morning).

Bored out of my gourd tonight. I should be reading a wave of articles on the atomic bomb for tomorrow's journalism class (last week it was on the Ebola virus, good readings. Enough to make me rent the movie Outbreak with Rob) , but I am the procrastination master. I also don't know when to stop skipping class. Add constant napping, incessant whistling, finger fidgeting, foot jiggling and eye-blinking in the picture and you have me, everyday running on a Large cup of coffee.

Techno-Pessimism.

I don't know who you are, but your existence's awareness of my existence, makes me fucking nervous.