I got a phone call this afternoon. Mom: Your an uncle now. And you have
now have responsibilties and such. Me: Wha?
Paraphrased for your convenience, of course. Yeah. I didn't like how that
was phrased. And I really don't know what to think about it either...
Things have been kinda... soggy lately. Like you could just go to sleep
and nothing really matters. Like that tired feeling you get on the weekends
when you have nothing to do and you could just sleep. But that feeling has
been hovering around all the time.
I'm still trying to find my name. Nothing I've found has that feel. Like
a key in a door. That. Pop! It works. That's me. The key to who I am.
My sheet of notes is filled so I suppose I should start another.
That's all. I guess.