So I'm typing this from the university library, as my computer decided late last week that it would stop starting up properly. I took it back to the guy who built it and hopefully he'll have it fixed soon. Irritating though, as all of my writing is saved there and I had papers to work on.
Paper-writing in the library is near impossible. The computer areas are by no means quiet. People work on projects and talk loudly on phones. I feel I should be more understanding, considering I'm sitting in the lobby area, but its still a bit obnoxious.
I've been pretty down lately, doing the poor-me thing. No friends in some people's cases would be a cry for help and I suppose it is in mine too, but I really do feel that lately I have few people I can turn to. I try to contact those important to me and the fact that they can't take five minutes from their day to call me back and see how I'm doing hurts. Anymore, I don't think I'll worry about it. I need to focus inward. But I know it'll still hurt.
I need to send out more poetry, and get more read. I have difficulty dealing with the arrogance within the poetry community. Especially lately.