YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M A LOUSY WRITER

I just reread what I wrote last-night.

Man, that's garbage.


Sounds like a questioning fifteen year old. One with 'issues'. And 'angst'. Who also thinks he's a deep thinker.


Instead of referring to it as random thoughts, I should've called it scattered trash.

I'm going to try to rewrite all that stuff in a more readable way. When I've had more sleep, not nearly so much caffeine, and have thought it over and out better. I might be older then too.