Kind of a wasted day for me. Went to work with hardly no sleep. Somehow managed to stay awake all day. Came home after work. Slept fitfully for a couple of hours.

Something is bothering me, and I'm not really sure what that thing is. Nothing in particular seems to stand out in my mind. But there's clearly something that's eating away at my subconscious. Out of those dozen or so little things that I kind of feel should be bothering me - one of them is managing to do exactly that.

My brow is furrowed right now, as I sit in this chair and let my fingers type their drivel. If anyone were to look at me, if anyone were here to look at me, they'd be able to tell. Something is bothering me.

And I'd kinda like to know what it is. So I could decide whether to do anything about it. Whether I should do anything about it. Whether I can do anything about it.

The smile that I wore for over two months is gone, for now, as is the joy I felt. Pushed aside by this unknown bullshit that I guarantee, fucking guarantee, is absolutely nothing in comparison. Because, really, there can be no comparison with that.

So I don't know what's going on with me. All I really know for sure is that it's something stupid and trivial.