monday. screens, windows, walls. everything looks the same after a while.

mondays seem wetter than the other days. damp. rotten. like something left too long inside a closed room.

maybe they don't actually start. maybe they just slowly consume whatever was left of sunday. and then us.

i'm desperately looking for something capable of holding my attention for more than five minutes.

maybe it's wow. maybe it's fictional characters again. another game. another forum. another window.

or maybe i should just deal with my actual problems.

unfortunately, they have terrible gameplay.

morning. thursday. the sky looks full of smoke.

i think this week may have asked too much of my ability to pretend i'm human.

anyway. i'm home now, with the illusion that i can control the silence. at least the kind that exists outside my head.

insomnia always shows up at times like this. inconvenient and brutal.

doing psychological analysis of fictional characters feels like the only viable activity today.