And almost a week later, I notice that I haven't updated this journal. The boredom finally just shut my brain off, and i've been living the zombie existence for the past few days; hence my absensce from all forms of communication. Seriously, I would turn on my Trillian, see several people online, and just stare dumbfoundedly until I shut it back off again. So no, I'm not being snobbish, but rather spontaneously autistic.
Everything is locked down into routine now, which is all the more reason that I need to get away for a bit, to talk with the strangers and survey the foreign terra. Christ, I need to write too; it's already June and I've no more than a fresh paragraph to my name.
Everything is locked down into routine now, which is all the more reason that I need to get away for a bit, to talk with the strangers and survey the foreign terra. Christ, I need to write too; it's already June and I've no more than a fresh paragraph to my name.
