When you're kicking people to death, seeing their incoherent pleas for mercy as a guilt trip and a reason to go on kicking is a bit like resenting their getting blood all over your shoes, ridiculous but entirely typical. An unusually lucid grasp of human nature only helps so much when you're the one on the ground.

Cold, heavy rain outside, scuttled my haircut plans, maybe Friday. House smells like wet dog.

Keep forgetting to eat, might be a sign of a lack of interest in life, shame about that.

Class has been going well anyway, anybody want to pay me to stay at home going over documentation all day? It's pretty nice.