I am content. Though I feel as though I'm loosing my marbles, along with everything else. And it is strange.. Christmas is coming and yet I am not all that excited. Very strange. Don't say a word, don't be grateful if I ever made you laugh. I'm attempting to write a news article with limited information. It's highly frustrating. I feel like writing lyrics. I should, I should... less than three hours unitl bed. That's a lot of time. Something beautiful, comprehensive. Come, jump into this mind. These repeated typos like dreams mean more than anyone could have ever guessed.