I'm having trouble concentrating.
I can't even say that I have a lot going on right now. I mean, there's work, which I kind of hate. But that's supposed to be getting fixed soon. (hopefully) They said by the end of the week, but who knows? No one can be trusted. I need the time. I really do.
At least I think I do.
It's hot outside. and it's sort of killing me. Is it horrible that when I look out the window I curse the shiny grass, the brightness that chokes the air? Anymatter, I need to fix my watch. The whirring of fans distracts me.
my iPod is dead.
On the day I felt was somewhat worthy, I ruined it. Low clouds, gray and angry. That's my kind. By the time I reached the cemetery I was drenched, not sweat, but rain. I couldn't see. But I rode on.
I 'd forgotten that my dear music maker and my nerve-wracker were laying in my basket.
and of course the one I truly care for was the one who left me.
I can't concentrate. it's nothing about trouble now.
It's august. and i'm dying.
the closer I get the more angry I feel.
you know why.
You're not listening. So it's probably a good thing I'm not trying to be heard.
Except that I am, but not in the way you think.
I should clean my room. But I can't. Not now
I should think of more, but I'm drawing blanks.
My iPod is dead.
I can only hope that the electronic gods will accept the sacrifice of my communicator in place of bringing him back to life.
I never use it, but to check the time.
I need to fix my watch.
I'm having trouble concentrating...