thirty

Oops, sorry. As a means of reconditioning myself, I'm making a conscious effort to resist the urge to disregard the random thoughts that float through my head and instead manifest them in some capacity when they surface (I'd just call it stream of consciousness, but it make me seem smarter if I prentend I'm on to something new). My journal here has been a great place to do this because, well, because nobody ever reads it. How ironic that it is the entry earlier today that gets attention.

So to some things up I am not, nor have I ever been, nor probably will I ever be suicidal. I'm just a nerd with wwaaaaaayy too much free time on my hands. It does, however, restore some of my faith in humankind knowing that two people displayed a degree of concern for someone they don't know.

(It would be really, really ironic if nobody reads this entry)