passed all my tests today

but

Good news:

I still have a brain.




Bad news:

its hurts.

On the weekends

We prefer to hang out with the natives and play dress up with our friends.

Am I supposed to call this home?

It's not the road we used to know
They tore some buildings down
The traffic's like a pack of dogs

There's fewer trees, windows, fleas
There's concrete on the lawn
There's people here but you are gone

And I find still swimming through time
Afraid some days I've reached the shore

"Make yourself free"
Man said back to me
Now my heart is like an open door

And the road finally gave me back
But I dont think I'll unpack
Because I'm not sure if I live here any more

It's not my weight that makes me faint
Or the sugar in my blood
But the way these strangers stand so close

They say my name like a guessing game
"Is that really you?"
No, I dont think it ever was

In the spring
When the world's turning green
I only think about the fall
The frets on the board
My progression of chords
Oh, how I want this to resolve

And the road finally gave me back
But I dont think I'll unpack
Because I'm not sure if I live here any more

Now the road finally gave me back
But I dont think I'll unpack

Because I'm not sure if I live here
No, I'm not sure if I live here
No, I'm not sure if I live here
Anymore

- Bright Eyes

(listened by my weary eyes)

Things.

Today was nothing special, yet my brain seemed to be at work. I usually don't pick up on simple things, but I thought how odd that I could learn/think of 3 great things in one day. Today was a good day; or, my life is dull.

• Gullah Island is a real place.
• Tie Dye. Of course. You tie and... dye.
• October should be the 8th month. Why is October not the 8th month?

Riddle me this Batman.

I need to start thinking more...

Altruism by way of self-improvement, or what optimizing your workflow has to do with saving children.

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Damsel in Distress.

Somebody save me
I don't care how you do it
Just stay
Stay
Come on
I've been waiting for you