It's a fucked up hour of a fucked up morning in a fucked up city. Yet it's worthy living & it's never too early for joy, for tomorrow We might not subsist. We a procrastinator realize, it's already too late...Another lost cause!

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!

-Shakespeare

im feeling empty a little bit. maybe its just something that i miss, that i could not bring with me. or am i crazy?