My roommate snores uncontrollably. I tried to go to bed over two hours ago, and yet here I am: bleary-eyed, awake, and wrapped up in blankets on the couch in my underwear, torn between awkwardly curling up in the living room and rolling around in powerless frustration in my bedroom.
I've started coding my website. Its been tedious trying to figure out the best way to organize all of the elements that will go on my webpages. I had a strange conversation with my friend Jon the other day. It veered into suicide, and I told him something that I haven't told anyone else. Its a petrifying realization, and I don't know if they would understand. Despite being at a busy, merry bar, there I was telling this guy that he shouldn't kill himself. And he wasn't depressed. There wasn't a bitterness or pity coloring his speech. He had just reached that place where all options become just options, shucked of the facile husk of moral value.
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