the idiotic platform I use to write this blog was not designed to make blogs. So it takes a long time just to make another page, which is what making a post is. If I click on anything else, it takes longer, so I have to sit and stare at a spinning pinwheel of bullshit until it creates this incredible, beautiful, meaningful, blank page for me to write my blog on. 
That’s already too much time taken tonight.
Roby went to bed late, and I have to work to do, far, far more than I could possibly complete tonight, but I have to chip away at it, and chip away at it and chip away it. 

I don’t know, 
maybe there’s hope. 
Doesn’t feel like it.