Searching for Air Pockets on the Hanglider of My Life.

I realized that I haven't written anything in about 2 weeks, though this isn't the only place where that has happened.

I have a lot of little big shit going around right now, no idea what to do about any of it. I spend too much time thinking about things that shouldn't be thought about and too much time trying to now think about the things that need to be thought about.

Yeah, I still don't have anything to say.