2013-02-21 - 11:07 p.m.

Okay. A day shaded over with gray. Consciously trying to stop caring. About anything. And scribbling. Scribbling.

The night now loud and shrouded in anonymity. Nothing left to see here, my vision all fogged-up with self-imposed clouds. But, oh, what a veneer!

Especially with explosions, and conversations echoing the same old thing. Maybe I just get bored too easily. Maybe it's just too easy to get bored. But the barrier between myself and the world, that glassy-eyed fog I squint at you across, this is a thing that I look forward to acquiring each day. And the sooner the better.

It is easier to do Work on the days I do not have to work.