But anyway. It's nearing 4:30 AM and I have no plans for sleeping any time soon. So, here I am, rambling whatever happens to come into my head. Maybe I'll try to jazz this place up a bit. Clean up the cobwebs, maybe redecorate the walls. I don't know. Ultimately I may prove to be just too lazy to mess with it, but that's okay too. It works just fine the way it is.
I think I'll probably be back soon. Hopefully. Maybe. We'll see. If this inhuman bout of insomnia lasts, it could become a regular thing again. The fiction that I've stopped writing (mostly) will be replaced with...I guess this is nonfiction? But still the wheels turn. Sorry is this is nonsensical. Like I said, 4:30 AM.
Go hug someone super hard. Give them a hug they'll never forget, because those are the best kinds. Just watch out for the knives.