The Autobiography of Russell

I wish I weren't in this mood. It taints everything. I can't do anything without it coloring how things feel.

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So much for my idea of creating an automated CD storage system. There are apparently a couple of them out there already. The Frick. Can't think of anything that hasn't been done already, and done better than I could've (for the most part). There doesn't seem to be anything out there that I'm uniquely suited for. Not a blasted thing.

When someone askes me what I want I often decline to answer because the things I think of require money. I know that if I say them they're going to start pestering me to get a job. I don't like to be bugged about doing something if I've already tried or there's nothing I can do about it right then. If you're going to bug me about something, then be ready to do something right then and/or come up with ideas that I haven't already tried; don't just say "You should... (get a job)" like I don't already know that. It's insulting to think I didn't already know that and your brilliant observation of the obvious is going to suddenly change everything.

Oops, went off a little.

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What I really want is someone to help me and keep me going no matter what happens.

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I have to go to the store to get some things for my sister. She's not feeling well; mostly the same thing I had the other week.