11 PM. hardly anybody is talking in my spaces. there is nothing new to read. i haven't written much lately to reread and reflect on. it does just feel like the Internet has gone to bed, even if a lot of my contacts are only just waking up on the other side of the globe.
one of those nights where it's difficult to fall asleep, there's only so much i can chase the unread message dots or do anything physical to wear down whatever's got me wired tonight.
i dunno, maybe there's some old fiction in my Dropbox i haven't read in a while.
@wildweasel i'd like to talk golf games with you sometime (or more likely, you talk golf games at me lol) if you're open to it! i feel like its a genre i could stand to learn more about
@wildweasel lucky you to have rain, I have snow going sideways
@wildweasel fuuuuck this is relatable
it's pouring rain up here. nothing to do but listen to it.