I actually have nothing to write. There's nothing going on. Once again, I'm tired after work. As usual, I'm hollow inside. The days and nights rampage forward faster than I can keep up with, yet nothing changes. I continue to string along distractions in an effort to keep from noticing what isn't happening. What the hell is the point of all this? I'm beginning to feel as if I'd like to simply reset the game and start over.

Maybe, if we're lucky, I won't wake up tomorrow.