today was the kind that was just not good. it was like the kind where you want to drive around in your car and yell all of the swear words you know to no one in particular. but, right now it is close to three, and i am feeling really happy, even though i've been up almost 24 hours.

i have just been wondering lately, though: is it really a good thing to give up one vice, just to pick up another? you quit smoking so much only to pick up drinking more. you quit drinking soda to pick up coffee the next day. you quit telling dirty jokes to immediately judge others when they do. those kinds of thoughts convict me, late at night. i want to sleep, but sometimes i feel like i need to wrestle with God before sleep can even be worth it.

"he is the golden boy, he wins at everything."
"nope, i tied him at halo once."
-daniel, then scrib, talking about manly things.