Mehhhhh.

I don't know why I clicked "New Post" when I so clearly have no inspiration. Even the crappy movie on TBS isn't inspiring me to write something poignant, or whatever. It's three in the morning. I think I'll go clean my room.

Or maybe just sit here and continue drinking water. That could work, too.

In other news, my face is peeling from all that time spent out in the sun. It's discouraging me from interacting with other members of my species. Which is okay, I guess. I think I spend too much time outside the house. I'm a lot less introverted than I used to be. Which could be either good or bad, depending on what type of things are in your head.