Meh. Haven't really felt like writing anything lately. I could lie and say I've been busy but what's the point? I just haven't been in the mood. And that's quite ok. When I get going though, I like it and miss it and think "I'll do more, I promise." Broken before the thought is even complete.

I'm at Zack's. It's hot. Again. I'm pissed because, I realized when I started typing this that my right thumb ring is missing. Then instantly I remember hearing metal hit concrete as I left the subway station. I also remember thinking, "I hope that's not something of mine. Hmmm, I don't think I had loose change in my pocket." That pisses me off even more because I could've slowed down. Fuck.

I meant something to me. I'm sure someone picked it up.