Instead of going downstairs and watching movies again as I had originally planned, I've sat upstairs on my parents' computer in the kitchen (they have a CD-RW drive and I don't) downloading music and checking out other people's websites. Oh, and if any record labels were looking to prosecute me or search my hard drive, I just thought I should inform you that I have everything that I've downloaded today on lp, but I wanted to download the mp3's so I could burn a cd and listen to them in my car - so there. Anyway, the point that I meant to get to is that I haven't really written anything interesting lately. Of course I knew that, but it hadn't really occured to me until I started reading other people's sites. Lately I've been writing any random crap to fill in the lonely voids left by unemployment and living in such a boring little town. I've replaced quality - assuming I ever had quality - with quantity. I'm not really apologizing, because I have no need to apologize to anyone, but I am a bit disappointed with myself. Now I have myself confused.