I don't know. I feel like an aberration. I mean, I don't have it so bad. I've got a job, a home, I've never been abused, but for some reason I feel bad. I guess it's a matter of shame. I mean, some people don't get to stretch before bed - they come home completely exhausted and are out before they hit the bed.

And also when I say "productive" - I think you only become productive in connection with other people. I mean, even if you write and enjoy it, until you share your writing with other people it's not... you aren't achieving much, because you can't judge your own creation. Your perspective is distorted. Not to mention that you creation doesn't live.

So relaxation is good, but it's static. And I can't connect to people, except here, because it stresses me out too much. And the Internet is a weird, kind of antisocial place.

...Well, anyway, I guess I'm kind of into '80s rock - not necessarily produced in the '80s, but that style. At least I associate those kinds of beats and instruments with that.

My cat's a cat. She doesn't even have a name. I think it's part of the conflict that I have about the relationship of people with nature. And also I've never seen a cat care about its name. Although it constantly produces awkwardness at the vet.