I've been crying myself to sleep for the past 17 months over all the downclicks I've been receiving, the whole time contemplating how I could turn this despairing state into content, and today it clicked when I was in the corner store buying beer, thinking about doctor Wesker. I don't know why it clicked, or why I was thinking about doctor Wesker. I guess it's a sort of a mystical thought process that runs in the background, and once it's finished, it reveals itself.

Other times I'm just walking somewhere thinking about legs.