It's sunny and sweaty and slow and I've got a busy mind propelling itself from here and there with no where to store it. 7 hours ago I sat down at this desk, and 7 hours from now I'll be in bed. Sometimes I'm so disabled by the humdrum of the humdrum that I can't find where it began and where it will end and if and how I want it to.

I don't quite understand people who are passionate about one thing. I find myself passionate about almost anything at one point or another.

Focus. My mind is in such a hurry to be somewhere and I don't know where or I'd help it out! I must take a break before the day is over and I don't know what happened.