It's very early on a Thursday morning. 1:19am to be exact. I'm about to put my jeans in the washer and tinker on the drawing of Scott Norwood's daughter some more. I slept from 2:00pm until around 9:30 yesterday, so I'm in no real need of sleep. I suppose more than anything I've just been going over some of the things which haunt me; some of the things which I wish I could do.

This is pointless. Dreaming is enough. Writing it down is a waste of time. I guess I'm just hopeful again. And the energies are flowing.