I am so tired of waiting. So tired of waking.
I have lost my way so badly, and I don't know how to get back. Real life has no ruby slippers, nor even a shining silver thread.
There's no place like home.
So I'm not doing NaBloPoMo, obviously, because I can't guarantee getting enough time free to shower every day, let alone blog every day. However in…
There's feeling full of fail, and then there's feeling full of existential fail. I've spent most of today wanting to curl up under the desk in a…
While looking through the fragments I also found this one called "markov.txt", from which I infer that it's what you get if you put my journal…