I guess I should write...

Because sometimes writing purges me of the muck that I live with daily.

Maybe tomorrow.

I'm optimistic right now.

My roommate came back from his trip to Scotland today.

My ex-girlfriend is laying in my bed right now, asleep. Engulfed in my 600 thread count sheets (I discovered these through a friend recently, what'd I ever do without them?!?!?).

I'm a metro, I know.

I'll be sure to stop by here in the next few days and purge it alllll...

Because believe me, I have some stories to tell.

Tempest-Rising.