A gatorade toast... to lost opportunities, to burned bridges.. to rebirths and deaths. To cheap meals, and slurping from the fountain of knowledge. To delusions of innocence, and frienships. To lonely evenings and politics with friends. Offering and taking help. Participation in something great, and disappointment in friends. To desperation and degradation. This is Columbus, this was (?) my life.

Gah, I shouldn't write entries when I'm so sleepy. But.. I'm not in the habit of deleting stuff I write in here, so it'll stay, I guess. Heh. I can't keep my eyes open. I'm typing this with all shut. *thunk*