Woke up early today. Paced the house several times before the brain started working. Almost wanted to turn to Worms again but went to the piano instead. Think I woke Grandma up with my playing but that's not the point. Guess nothing is. Random.

*time shift*

I was thinking on my way home what Shakespeare really meant when he wrote in King Lear "so that unburdened, we may crawl to death."

Unburdened. I doubt I'm at that state now.

I'm not confused. I'm clear.

I'm afraid.

I fear.

There are things that I'll never vocalize. Too proud to do so.

It's ironic that you understand yourself but still don't wish to correct those vices and faults.

Sturbbon.

Me.

*time shift*

It's getting late. Got to work tomorrow. Time to sleep. Mood swings again.

This vortex of thoughts - let them rest!