Anyway the reason I mentioned pitch black was not to insult it, it was just that during the night the cat kept making noises at me from behind various objects. Like I'd wake up to hear noises in the shadows and I'd go investigate and it would be the cat playing with her scratching post, or with a sheet of paper or whatever. So I slept with the kitchen light on because I have a terrifying imagination when it comes to this stuff. So I'm tired and I'm supposed to work out with Charles in two and a half hours. So dang.
I can't find the GED book for the class tomorrow. Gonna have to either search for it or get a new one. If I get a new one I will get a new confederacy of dunces I think. I need to clean my room though and having that book lost in it helps to motivate me. Decisions decisions. Heh, my life is excruciatingly boring right now, but I did start working on Charles' play before aborting it. That's progress.
The internet gets further and further devoid of interesting content by the day. It's straight up freaky up in here. There are a bunch of journals that I kinda like but I think I'm going to halt the advice giving racket altogether because I'm too insecure to be telling people stuff about themselves, even if I still feel that it's correct. I can't present a front of omniscience when I don't have it.
Been watching a lot of movies recently. I take that as a good sign.
I don't intend to end up like this, I have the desire to claw my way out. Now would someone kindly tell me which way is up?