Feeling a little deflated today. I want so much from life, and yet it seem like the reserves I have are only to be rationed because life is nothing but a desert, and my words resemble an angsty, teenager. But still, it is there. Tonight, I am not doing anything that I know of. The gamers are storming the apartment...Migo becomes an Ewok, and I retreat to the bedroom. We really need some laundry done, I suppose I could do a load of that. I have my book which is actually very interesting, and I could also write. There is always that option. I guess when I get home I will know, and it won't be so bad.

I just wish I was doing something else.