blurps and blips from the inconsistant.
this was a collapse day. the sort wherein i cease proper function while the sun still sits heartily on clouds and crumple into a pile of worthlessness - dead to most tangibilities. i've awakened at 3am to delve into the murky internet seas to discover once again that i spread myself too thin in far too many capacities. i've no outstanding facets to hang to the wall in celebration - "that's who i am. that's what i do. that's what you wish you could do." in the stead, i reinforce the mediocrity that i despise like a craggy patch of blemishes.