It’s such a shame; every day wonderful, inspiring, wretched, funny, odd and interesting things happen to me or are witnessed by me, but my energy to write has been usurped by a new and busy schedule. After school, painting, grocery shopping, work, grouting, and physics it’s midnight and the day has flown past me and left me too weak to recount it all. Such interesting things happened today, but it would take paragraph upon paragraph and hour upon hour to narrate my day, and I haven’t the resources.

Pity. What a bleeding pity.