Sitting here... In my mess of an apartment. And thinking.
Thinking waaay too much. (I always do, but right now it's bad.)

And I was thinking. With my brain and such. Which I usually think with. (Only usually... I am a man afterall.)

Thinking and thinking. Despite my lack of sleep, thinking hard.

And so I think.
How come we have navel lint? I mean. Why does it gather up in your navel?

Weird...

I do so miss having a pet.
Wow, is this blog useless. I do hope there aren't any rules about useless blogs >_>
Either way. I will go do something about that lack of sleep thing... as soon as I get the laundry off my bed >_o Better clear out some space on the floor.

Goodnight Fumbbl!

-Thore