Huh. I thought there was something there already.

Why can’t I seem to make myself work on this project?

I should probably go take a walk in the woods and just keep going forever.

Love it so much when this shit crashes and I lose everything, despite saving.

I think it’s safe to say my problems all started when I gave up a steady diet of Camel Lights and Big Gulp Mountain Dews.

I could have sworn …

Is it going to rain again? If I take my walk will it start pouring on my head? History and luck suggest yes.

I just can’t see opera ever making my list, I’m afraid.

Why are my notifications all wonked lately?

It’s a little stuffy in here today.

Why even ask if you’re going to immediately dismiss the feedback you’re given?

Why am I even here?

I am going to die here. Clearly.

I could just disappear. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Apparently it’s a theme.

I really don’t know why I keep forgetting that. Ridiculous.

CURSES!

Woah. Was not expecting to see my face in that email.

Roof pig!

Why am I perpetually back burnered while everything you want from me is a freaking emergency?

I wonder what life is like for people who are able to shrug everything off.

I almost had it.

Well, that’s one project done.

Man. I do NOT want to be sick.

What is “anti-flat butt technology” anyway?

Am I next? Bastards!

I should just hang it up.

Colloquium is a weird word.