It’s another one of those clumsy mornings. I banged my wrist against the wall while looking around for one of my pairs of boots, and now I have a bruise forming. Then, when I finally found those damn things, when I went to tie them, I got friction burn on my fingers from the laces.
Bah. I should just go back to bed. It’s not like I’ll be doing anything important today anyway. Omar thinks I should do another video, but I don’t know. I’ve been feeling pretty camera shy lately, with the depression and everything. Maybe I’ll do another audio tape. Or, I don’t know, draw a picture of an airplane crashing into the Statue of Liberty or something, and mail it to the White House. I just don’t even feel like trying today. They’re not going to listen to me anyway.
My wives have been trying to cheer me up, but it’s no use. I’m starting to think that maybe I need some medication for this. What’s the one with the sad little cartoon ball that rolls around under a rain cloud? Paxil? I don’t know. I’ll have to watch closer the next time it’s on. I wish I could look it up online.
Omar’s looking into the wifi thing, but he said it might not be a good idea because it may give away our location to the infidel. I’m beginning to think it might be worth it. I don’t think they’re looking for me anymore anyway. *sigh*
I’m going to go for a walk to the edge of the cave. Maybe that will cheer me up. I went through all the trouble of getting my boots on, so I might as well do something.
Current Music: Morrissey – America is Not the World
Current Mood: Still depressed ._.