I keep reaching for something and drawing a blank. I guess I'm comfortable as is for the moment. Soon my eyes will close and something will appear, ready and waiting for me. I can't go there, but they can come to me. It's nice, you know, being able to be able.

Or maybe I just don't have the effort to care anymore.

recent...
2002-11-28 - Is this short?
2002-11-27 - Trying really hard.
2002-11-23 - Where's Chrisdo.
2002-11-22 - I mean it.
2002-11-22 - Go hang.