too inhibited to write uninhibited. writing about rolling my eyes as i think about them rolling. what's wrong with me today? this man is busting wall st as preet bharara collars the masters of the meltdown. why do i even read that magazine when i don't understand it or really even care what's going on. it's there just like i'm here and the tv's on but i'm not watching it cause i don't care about it either. just another day. the same day as yesterday. groundhog's day. my dog is sleeping on his bed, the other is lying across my back as i type uninhibited...the bell of an elevator sounds and a family gets off...distractions when i'm not even trying to pay attention. i'm stuck in my head and need to stop drinking this coffee. it's only going to make it faster today...slow down a little and get up off this couch and fold the laundry, fool. it's gross in there and the pile is starting to eat your house. soon it will devour the entire town. my thoughts stop as i try to think of what to say next...wait, i just looked out my window...nope, nothing, i'm done, lol.