Nihil agere delectat - It is pleasant to do nothing. (Cicero)

Been bumming around at home. I’m starting to look like a hobo.

I can be lying on the floor right now, and my father will kick me accidentally, making me foam in the mouth, and he would still yell at me to go sleep someplace else.

Amazingly, the yesterday was a busy day. But it was busy in the way that I’m doing something I’ve been cheated into. I’ve wasted hours of my life (that I could’ve spent, in the most conducive of things, writing and bumming some more).

Today, equally, was a busy half-day. Again, I was cheated. I got a lot of sun.

Posted something on Monochrome Smogs. Something I just finished and is too lazy to proofread. Maybe the Internet elves will do it for me.

Bulldog Mansion is fun (it’s not a game. Look it up).

I need an RPG.

Oh, I’m quite sure I didn’t hear this from the movie, and it’s apparently for the lacklustre game;



And because I’m so damn bored right now, if someone were to commission me to write something, anything, at all, I’ll do it. Just don’t expect something good. But I’ll do it. Commission me. Go ahead.

(Wait, nobody reads this. Nobody comes here. Or do they? What in God-forsaken reasons are you here for?)