Have you ever had one of those nights when you are totally dissatisfied with how your day went; when you're tired enough that your thoughts feel gray and your brain starts to fuzz and your head feels like a balloon with too much helium,but you stay awake, even when you know it won't make anything any better?

I sort of hate those nights.

I'd like to blame the internet, as I so often do, but I think it's really just me to blame. I think I feel like if I stick around long enough, something will happen that will make today worth the effort it took to wake up in the morning.

Seeing as how it's past midnight right now, I think that point is pretty moot.


It's strange to be able to type as fast as I can think. Typoes screw up my thought process, which screw up my fingers, which screw up my thoughts in this never ending circle of having no idea what the hell I'm talking or what I'm doing.

I need to go to bed.