  Sporadic Thought Guy I was journalling all of this, then I wrote, "I feel like 'Sporadic Thought Guy'(cue theme music)".
I get these large plates of food to a)bulk up and b) get my money's worth but I end up having to rake most of it into the garbage because I can't eat anymore. I like to punch walls, and other hard surfaces. I enjoy people's reaction or imagining what their reaction might be. I enjoy the minimal pain that it brings, even when later my fists are sore. I was telling Chaz this and he said I didn't want to break my hand, especially if I ever wanted to play piano, which I do.
When telling Donna about this conversation I had the idea for a movie about a pianist/boxer. At some point he'd have to decide between the two. Someone almost told me something, but then didn't. I can't help but wonder what it might be. I almost think I know, but there's no way I'd guess.
You know what makes me feel good? Nothing. No seriously, when Jeremy and I are in here and he asks what I'm listening to, then says its good, that makes me feel good. It feels like a complement to my taste in music, especially since its happened a few times. Today, August 27th is a day that will live in infamy...until tomorrow. 
