tired

stomach cramps. i think this is because i am eating slightly better. this is why eating better is a mixed blessing.

i was going to write about a girl i knew once, but now i am tired, and she'd updated her facebook status, and it seemed a little close to home. or too far away from home. or something, ah distance, yes, we are often in the wrong place right place wrong time wrong space, it's all so arbitrary, this stupid situational timing and placement.
the cathartic act of writing is becoming habit again. this does, admittedly, make for a blog of repetition, but it's a nice way of bleeding without blood.