Today I have eaten dinner and watched a movie, what a wasted day I have squandered away. I feel like pissing on my own life and I can't seem to find the conection between my goals and my progress. This I find disturbing; I don't like to see my days driven away from me like worthless trash washed ashore on a desolate beach. I feel sickened and maybe even repulsed by the fact that time does not stop when I'm not making progress.

However, tonight I will attempt lucid dreaming and if all turns out well I will be doing as I pleace with infinite powers in my own little microcosmic realm.