So I sit here on hold, waiting to be brought back on to the line, and yet I can't think of a thing to say. All that happens is a feeling of warmth and a smile. Despite the inability to come up with fitting words to speak, I am somehow able to put them down here, the noise of the keys, the movement of the filthy buttons below my hands really does sort of relax me. The strumming of keys drives most people crazy, and I'm sure if it was someone else typing right now while I was trying to do something I wouldn't like it at all either, but since it's mine I tap away, only to be interrupted.

The massive time span covered in the front page here is just too pathetic. Because of that, more late night posts about nothing. Everything is where it needs to be, my latest project lies destroyed in the trash can, and I'm about to fall off into a wonderful slumber, and tomorrow is gonna be a fantastic day.

So here we are, but where is that really? I mean, this space here has been unused for quite some time. Random traffic floats by every day, but I'm pretty sure most of it is automated, or the last few readers checking in out of pure habit. Of course, I am just as out of touch with everyone else's works, so I suppose it's a fair trade. The real reason is that I have been having some trouble just getting my words out onto something. An arranged sequence of words isn't always the first thing that comes to my mind. However, I think that it is important to escape the jumbled mess of stuff floating inside your head and just put it all down. Even if you never read it again. I mean, there may have been a few times I've gone back and read things on here, but mostly I just leave it there in the archives. Of course, there is always the opposite as well, some people only show up to read the same thing over and over. Of course, most of the garbage on the front page hasn't really been worth a second glance, since it was just random nerd jargon from another realm. Enough of that however, because getting started is never good, specially on something like this, where it just keeps going, and things repeat themselves, ad nauseum. Of course I am aware of the irony of this statement in that most of the words written here have been used at least once in a similar way, when looked at with an acceptable margin of .375. Now that we have these figures in mind, lets look at some other ideas that have popped up in the last few days.

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This concludes my opening remarks.