In which I proceed to talk about various things that are boring to most people but are endlessly fascinating to me.

So, last night I was kind of freaking out, mentally freaking out, you see, intellectually. And I had a whole lot of web pages open, and books open, and I decided that I’d never get around to writing about all…

It is very hard for me to write in here, even though I feel like I should, because I am mostly unwilling to burden complete strangers with my crushing, overwhelming melancholy, and because I think it’s Boring, and not worth…

every minute of every day. every single day.