I don’t really know what to say. I have to go to bed soon but I have to stay awake until then. I’m kind of restless but it’s not that bad.
Mostly, there’s nothing to do. I finished all my stuff today. Which is good. Nowhere to go, either.
I really have nothing to say. But I also have nowhere to go, so I have to write. I really want to write. I love writing. But I have nothing to say. Ouch.
*ten minute pause*
I think thinking is better than writing, though.