i'm in a funk. can't figure out why or what's wrong... i saw a piece of artwork in a shop window in scotland that, if i hadn't been so poor, i would have bought, and today it would hang on my wall as my icon and personal motto. yet i am an impoverished student, so it's just a memory that i look at from time to time and smile over (i suspect, too, that the memory is richer than any thoughts i'd have as actual owner of the piece, so maybe poverty is positive). it was a portrait of a bald young man, head and shoulders, balancing a lit candle on the crown of his head. written in script across his chest were the words: "don't ask me why this is me." that's how i feel. i feel like breaking something, and chewing someone out, and creating, and being worthwhile. i am discontent. i just am. don't ask me why, because i haven't figured it out either.