There are so many things I still want to say.

But something always stops me.  Maybe it's the pang in my chest every time my thoughts wander to you, which is often.

I don't want to think anymore.  I don't want to feel.

My tendency too often is to scrap what I have and start over rather than working to fix something broken.

O sleep, if thou be'st merciful...

Sitting in biochemistry... Dr. Adams is lecturing about the production of tyrosine radical cations in photosystem II of green plant photosynthesis.

Happy 8th of February, world. It's been a good year.