We're All Mad Here.

I feel like I need to say something very heavy and very very cutting, mostly to myself.
9:39.
And counting.



I'm running around arbitrarily grabbing words, looking for the right ones, but they're fluttering just out of reach. The bastards.



School should start soon. All this alone-ness is making me loony.




Twenty seconds have passed.




See you on the other side, fellow fertilized spermlings.