Sometimes I wonder if you've noticed that I have nothing. That I came here, with nothing. No friends, hardly any belongings. I had a cat, but he died. No plans, no hobbies, no interests.
That is pretty strange, right?
People don't seem to quite notice. They do, in a peripheral sort of way. They notice that I mope around a lot. They notice that there are things I should do, that I'm not doing.. but they don't seem to notice that this is because, in a broader inexplicable sense, I don't do things.
Of course, that's not 100% true. I do this. I rant about current events. I even play my guitar a little. I have no idea how to play a guitar, but I take regular stabs at it, anyhow. It is one of the few things I do, and, well.. I don't, really.
Oh, and my doctors won't call me back, they won't tell me what's going on. I don't have a good feeling about this. I was so close, but it looks like insurance might not be insuring me.