Distraction

Need a driver to drive me somewhere other than to distraction. Got watermelon on the mind. School and other vitals are suffering. I'm regressing, fucking up, making enemies. It's all so inappropriate. I flubbed an interview this morning probably worse than even the great Root Tilden flubbing: What interest have you in Kibondo? "None." In Bangkok? "A passing student's interest." In human rights? "Qu'est-ce que c'est 'human rights'?" I wish I were exaggerating, but I think I've forgotten how to do even that. (<-- an exaggeration! The gods of self reference look down in disapproval.)