So right now I'm sitting here watching Andy Shauf and pre-writing a blog for whenever I get back to the internet connection which I've become reliant on.  I can't help but notice today isn't the greatest for me.  It's one of those days where I'll question myself of whatever I'm doing after doing it for 5 seconds or so, then tell myself I'm retarded for doing that, and stop.  I wish I could have a disease I could blame it on, but apparently that won't be happening any time soon.  Unless that is, I  created the disease name and somehow got it to become real.
And yet, there I go again, calling myself retarded and unrealistic and telling myself to shut up.  If only I didn't have these days so often; it'd make my weeks here at camp quite a bit easier.  People wouldn't ask me, "Evan, what's wrong?"  I'd appreciate if they wouldn't ask, but then where would I be without my attention.
Asking for more attention, which in time would turn me into someone like Tom Green.  The poor guy goes to great lengths to be noticed.  Sounds like me already.
Great.
That's what I'm going to become if this "disease" doesn't end soon.