The need to explode is necessary

So, there really isn't much to comment on. I think, though, that no matter where I ended up I would be unhappy (--actually these events bring me to the cliff of horrible, everlasting misery). I keep thinking of how else this tragedy could have turned comedy (The Winter's Tale, anyone?), but it keeps turning into inevitable loathing and doom.

Digression, digression.

I really don't know anything remotely worth a mention. I don't know what I used to elaborate so much on, although at the moment there is some construction-related noise outside that is quite loud and bothersome.

Eewck.