11/1/09 01:41 am - Am awake, zombifyingly surfing the net instead of preferably being in bed, reading.
I need to write in here.
I feel I need to purge.
I have a lot to say.
But I simply can't seem to find the willingness to do so.
Especially since what I have to say means practically nothing to no-one else but me.
All the same, I feel the need to purge. Something (I don't know what) needs to be dug out and kept outside of my head. Better out than in. Am sick of the never-ending greyhound track otherwise known as my mind. Plus there is a heap of utterly useless (and absolutely benign and banal) things that need to be weeded out so that I have room for more important things to focus on.