Some depressing news

Ugh. I'm afraid my general disposition is becoming increasingly less pleasant, and I swear to god I'm losing my ability to properly utilize the English language just as quickly. I only have to go back and read a few past entries to realize that my written English sucks more than it has in years. It's quite frustrating, and somewhat disturbing, to realize how often I think in chat speak (4 rlz, lolz). I think I need to force myself to write an analytical essay or two in order to get whatever skill I once had back, if that's even possible.

* Also, I've noticed that in many of my diary entries I've been writing in circles. I must have had some worthwhile thoughts at one point, but where they've gone I cannot say. Perhaps they're sunbathing on the beaches of the Cinque Terre. That's where I would go if I were them. Actually, I'd probably be in Russia, but that's another story entirely.