i clicked the place i usually click to read the comments except it was reply since there weren't any comments yet. So i guess i have to think of something. i wrote three decent paragraphs. Well, maybe two. There's a good chance i'll never read them again. i turned on the air conditioner and finished the leftover meatloaf. i got through yet another migraine, they've been coming every couple of days lately. i saw something that made me sad and i looked at it anyway, trying to remind myself of what it used to look like when looking at it made me happy; i'm not sure if i succeeded. Partially maybe, but not enough, the present reality still makes me mentally shudder. Thinking about something else now. i finished a book and started another. It's 1 am and i didn't go to bed just because it's late and i should go to bed, because i know i'd just lay there and not fall asleep so what's the point, i might as well sit here typing gibberish. But now i'm running out of ideas. Hm. No, that's it, i've run out of ideas.