Tonight Talia and I got Chinese food, and then we went to Target and I bought some stuff (including beads that look like katamari), and then we went to Borders and I bought some new books. So now I feel good.

I had a depressing thought today, and I'm going to try to say this without trying to sound like I'm being deep, cause I don't want to be all like fake deep. But it occurred to me today that all of the feelings I've ever felt have been felt before by hundreds of millions of other people, intensities far greater than I've ever experienced anything. I'm not different from anyone else. There's nothing in the pain or joy that I feel that makes me original. And it bummed me out, like why feel anything if I can't feel anything that hasn't been felt before? I dunno.