I don't feel any different

I'm home again, and for the first time it feels something like it. The comfort of a cornered gray room, Christmas lights and vinyl and prime acoustics. I'm starving, and now starting to realize what was with the drastic weight loss when I lived here. It isn't the laziness of going upstairs, more the lack of wanting to distract from what I'm doing. Which of course is nothing. The second is started to snow the warmth in the room really surrounded me, I'll never quite get that contrast of ideas.

Tomorrow I'm going Christmas shopping with Trevor, well sort of. He's the spawn of the Grinch. But I haven't been to Toronto in awhile, so in hope that there's still snow on the ground and it isn't all slush, I'm excited. I really need to get productive.

Anyway, I'm not in the mood to blog right now. But I figured this might encourage me to start up on it. Goodnight, dear void.