Ah bullocks.

Well, it actually stormed here…for about three minutes. I suppose that’s more than I usually get, but not exactly enough for my tastes. I still wish I knew what kept me from being stormed upon most of the time. Oh well.


Anyways, it’s early again today, and I’m sitting here not doing much of anything. I was watching the rain and lightning for a while, but that only lasts for so long. I’m not entirely sure what to do next. I suppose I should probably think about having something for dinner. Not that I’m super hungry or anything like that, I just know that it’s getting close to dinner time. I’m not sure what to do after that, even. I keep thinking about playing a game, but I’m not sure what. I would say Fallout New Vegas, but I don’t really want to get too into that until I actually start recording. I mean, assuming that I’m actually going to do it. I want to. I just…I don’t know. Gotta stall more or something. 


I’m also starting to regret burning through what little money I had. Well, moreso, I kinda wish that I had gone out and got a house, instead of just living in an apartment. I mean, I like the fact that I don’t have to deal with paying people to do maintenance things, but sometimes the lack of freedom is a bit annoying. I hear that my mom’s neighbors are thinking about putting their house up for sale. It’s a nice thought, but I have no money to put down. Of course, the monthly payment would end up being less than the rent that I’m paying now. Of course. I guess maybe that’s something that I should have thought a little harder about a few years ago. Oh well…can’t go back now, and I’m pretty much stuck here. Unless I go somewhere the rent is cheaper, but then I wouldn’t have a washer and dryer, and I can’t deal with communal laundry facilities, so I’d end up doing my laundry in the bathtub. Not that that would be a first time. I did it before. I suppose I could do it again. I’d rather not, because it’s kinda hell on the knees and back, but one does what one must, I suppose.


Oh well. I would call it food for thought, but it just depresses me. Not a great thing.