52/332: Crash

[rejectomorph]

Staring at a blank digital page on a cold morning going on three o'clock, wondering what I might say that wouldn't be terribly dull or horribly depressing, and realized there is nothing, so rather than continue sitting in this chair that makes my butt sore I will get in bed and stare into the dimness (darkness is unavailable in my room thanks to the lights in the parking lot of the large condominium next door.) I can't see much tonight anyway, my eyes are so blurry. As I haven't slept in about eleven hours perhaps I'll be able to just crash out anyway. I'm sure that would be for the best.