I miss those days when I had time for this. I walk around with thoughts in my head, and now I can't seem to get them out. When I write in the morning, it feels more forced. Maybe, since I'm awake for at least an hour after KC falls asleep on the couch, and then I lie awake in bed for at least an hour, I should start writing at night again. It was better that way. It was also better when I spent my whole day at a boring school with computer access, but now I spend the whole day behind a counter. Oh well. Someday soon, this will be better again. Just not today.

Tonight is Gunts n Roses, however. That should be fun. I don't have much fun anymore.