Communication.
That's what my horoscope talked about for today. This was suppose to be like a non-stop day of talking, only for me it was silent. And of course, couldn't seem to write a thing. No distractions but no inspiration either.
Anyways, just watched the ppv. It was good. One of the better ones in awhile. So the day is almost over, just a few minutes left to it. And I'm sitting here right now, staring at the ice cubes melting in my glass because...well they're there. In front of me making cracking noises as they melt.
Goodnight Herman; Mr. Scratchy.
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