my cursor is blinking at me, and i have to do something, that's why i came here, but i don't know what it is so i blink back at it. the furnace is loud and strong. the enemy of my recordings is a welcome, familiar comfort tonight. familiar yet but not a comfort is the sensation of shock. i knew it would catch us one day. it may be here. 

i kinda can't believe it's not me. 

why are the easy things so hard to do? open the document. type the words. you love writing, don't you? didn't i? 

it's a shower. you step in, get wet, wash, rinse, and get out. why can't you do it?

my feet are sore. it's nice to have them up. i was looking forward to a break from working, but if we're going to miss two weeks, that may have to change. i checked my chequing tonight.

god. i hope this isn't it.