I've never felt more positively pointless but today. Nothing's so special. But the fact that I've gulped down french chips and indulged in south Indian music only to pass my time, portrays a fairly good idea of how wasted a day it was today. Tomorrow will be productive certainly.
Boardwalk Empire is coming along fine, it's nothing exemplary, but if it were a movie, it'd be one that I'd not watch again.
It feels early today, but I should crash on my bed. The move has happened, I'm in a new room. I love it. Love the sun, even the window. There's a window that fills up with light. My bed glows. It's beautiful. I've escaped normalcy. I want to escape stagnation. Sometimes, even my opinions don't seem to matter. Before I head into a tirade of self-loathing, I'd just say Goodnight and God bless.
