So, so, much to say. Sadly, I've said it already. I've already run myself dry (at work). Really, I haven't quite figured out how to preserve the thoughts that I use to get myself through each night. i hate that feeling of having thought of something, and then forgotten it but remembering that there was something that was thought and you meant to do something with. It's odd how life can feel so briming and alive you feel too small to even begin to make any sort of dent in it all, and then you sit yourself in front of a computer... and you forget how to think, to see, to breathe... "the computer will take care of that for you." It's terrible.