I'm pretty ill. I'm also jamming for no real reason on my laptop writing on this blog while wearing my new slippers. Every second of my life seems pretty good. What I can't explain is this sense of hopelessness creeping across my mind. My mental path seems to be as blocked as my nose. While I paused a few moments ago, a huge red error sign just popped up, the autosave had failed. Typical. I want to go to sleep really, I always do. Right now thought I'm forcing myself awake, to savour my some what smelly room. A thousand gold coins cannot buy back even a second of time spent. Is it worth the effort to have a round wheel on bumpy road? My room is pretty stuffy, I'll spray it cover the smell, although it would probably be better just to open the window, I don't think I Could handle all that cold air in one blast to be honest.
