When school is out and there seems to be nothing to tether me to some deadline or exam - time passes in a haze of barely remembered, hardly felt events.

Time seems shapeless in periods like these, flowing over me and drowning me in the drunkeness known as life.

I'm hungover.

I didn't drink a drop.

Go figure.

There are things to do, experiences to have, lessons to learn. Someone make me care, please, someone.

There isn't much I have to say, nothing.

I'm not even typing this for you to read. I'm typing this for my hands to grasp what's in my head.

As this will be a short entry, you can readily tell that there isn't much in there right now.

As you can tell from the short paragraphs, my train of thought is more like a hand powered mining cart.

Music. Music makes things better, doesn't it.

Horses. Horses make good steeds.

Cabbage. Cabbage keeps better than most vegetables.

Chairs. Chairs are nice to sit on.

Horizons. Places we can't get to.

Love. Pain with a reason.