I see a red door...

I don’t know what to write today, I feel random and tired and weird. I think it’s the weather. It is beautiful outside and the air smells like spring and baby chickens and tulips and stuff. I’m not in the mood for it. I hate winter as much as the next mid-westerner, but this spring has come too soon. I’m not ready, this is me stomping my foot in protest.

I’m sitting here wondering if this is a metaphor for my life, and I don’t want to think about that so I’m going to move on.

Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night, my outlook is dreary.

For all those who been sufficiently confused or depressed by this entry log on here…

It’ll be good to laugh.