Nobody knows. Fresh, cold tomato. I like it. Are they fucking dying though? I cut the stems and changed the water. Their heads are still hanging.
I have a hard time keeping anything alive.
I don't know why I'm so sleepy. Good God.
I need fresh new things. Looking at... reading about the past is like diving into an old pile of dust- in concept, sometimes. But none of the new stuff excites me. I know this bothers a lot of people.
The certainty of death within a day if I were ever stranded on an island is interesting to think about (briefly). I don't know how to make fire. I can't survive in the wilderness. There is no way. I can't even go camping. Why are people like this now?
I feel like everything is a trade-off now.