Totally did not just realize how messed up my sleep schedule is. Totally am not insanely hungry. Totally not lacking the desire to do anything productive. So...no change from a normal day, I guess. Except for I played Mister Driller, which sounds like a perverted game but is really this awesome PS1 video game that I pretty much grew up with. One of my strongest memories from childhood is beating the seventeen second record after about five hours of hardcore gameplay. Um, not that drilling through blocks to get to the bottom of a deep chasm is that hardcore. Simple concept, fun to apply. Yeah. And I applied it a lot today because I played for an hour instead of taking a shower (which I did after playing, so no, no I do not smell like a dead buffalo).

And now I owe my eleven-year-old sister five bucks for beating the 5000 feet expert level. Ego = blown.

"Your absence has gone through me / Like thread through a needle / Everything I do is stitched with its color."

This here is my rambling-about-life journal, where I do just that, and also sometimes post random icons or pretty things I make, and sometimes writing, because I like poetry that doesn't rhyme.

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