NaPoWriMo is over so that’s good.


We’re out of milk so I can’t eat cereal.

Brother gets unreasonably angry.


Mom, I know all there is to know about her, or, at least, I know all I will ever know about her. As far as she has anything to do with it. Hmm.

Need to write a book. Trying poetry so far. Easiest but probably least market? Not sure.

Can self publish whatever on Amazon, right? But… no guarantee of readers!

I just really want some milk for my cereal right now. God this is agony.

I don’t know why brother is so angry at me. This is unreasonable.

Everyone in my family is a piece of shit but I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore. And all I’m doing is summoning Wario. In between, things don’t matter. I feel like my episodic (0.3 Hz) depression is acting up. Sigh…

What else. It doesn’t matter…

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