I hate updating when I can't write something purposeful. But I'll do my best. I am going through a crap time right now, emotionally. People who know me will probably think I'm being silly, that my life isn't so bad, but though that may seem to be true to people on the 'outside', there's just so much shit going on in my head that I can't sort through it all, I'm just really fucked up right now. I don't know what to do. But I'm going to push that to the back of my brain for a minute, and talk about other things. The ideas and inspirations that I usually keep inside my mind so that my hands can't fuck them up have been nagging at me lately, begging to be unleashed. I can feel them scratching. But I am scared. In my brain they are perfect, safe from the massacre my hands would commit. Who knows what will happen if I try and let them go. I don't know how much longer I can take the scratching. It's maddening. Phase 2 on afireinside.net has been renamed to "slowdeath." Also, it's replaced phase one as the main page thingy. Not that the meaning behind that is hard to decipher or anything new, but just an interesting tidbit. It's progressing. My meats twitch with excitement. Also, my good friend Jess, who I had sadly lost touch with, (I'm horrible at keeping in touch with people, no matter how much I care for them), may be back. I hope I'm not creeping her out with my happiness at that. (If you're reading this, Am I?) I rarely find people with whom I have a connection with like I felt I had with her, so you know how that is. Hopefully the connection is still there. Anyway, it's getting quite late, a certain pretentious assholic friend of mine is begging for a comment on his own diary, and I have a wonderful book (The Da Vinci Code) to get back to, so I will end this stream of pointlessness. Have a wonderful something. (Unless I hate you.)