Regret.
Shame.
Screaming terror of the unknown.
Sausages.
Cooked sausages.
All 15 pages of your great American novel (unfinished).
Painters.
Other walls.

Yesterday:

When I read this post on ghosts and zombies immediately I thought it could potentially make a really interesting story, if only I could think where to go with it.

Start with a zombie apocalypse scenario sweeping across the Earth, leading to almost the entire population of the world ending up as ghosts and... then what? The whole species having to decide "we've been wiped out, we're extinct but we're still here, now what do we do?"

Derailed from plans day today. Washed the car to start with, as intended, but then largely meandered through the middle of it. In the evening the electricity went out for what turned out to be three hours. Batteries ran down fairly quickly thereafter which was a little annoying as there were plenty of things I could have worked on sans internet - stories perhaps, or some sort of blog post.

I wanted to keep more of a diary again. Guess my first attempt at making a post of this getting accidentally deleted is as good an excuse as any. That's what happens when you have a part-written post in a browser window and then reboot the computer.

[there's some references at the end of this journal post because school and I felt like practicing]

Lasering this morning. Daring to hope I might be done after this round, in half a year. That would not be too long a time. Little bit frustrating that I took up a desire and occasional accomplishment of morning walks right around when I am experienced a laser-induced need to avoid UV exposure, so I look forward to the banishing of one of those duelling tensions.

I should definitely make new boots a priority. Only had these ones not quite 2 years, but got a blister on my toe after just four hours of mostly seated work and 90 minutes (total) driving today and been getting lesions on my heels for probably a few months now. Seems clear that however nice they were to begin with these boots are now doing my feet more harm than good.

Came home to find my family had bought a new set of cat-frighteners. A cordless vacuum cleaner, an autonomous robot vacuum cleaner, and what I think is some sort of electric broom.

I don't know how they can afford these, or whether this is wise, but there you go.

Edit: On closer inspection, I believer what I referred to as an 'electric broom' is actually a steam mop.

It's interesting seeing the relative popularities (and operating costs) of sites manifest in their end-year fund raisers. Wikipedia and Mozilla claim "If everyone reading this gave $3 we could end this right now". The Internet Archive puts its threshold at everyone reading it giving $75.

Tired. Any work day is wasted so far as trying to get school stuff or any other project done (such as putting together a job application, which is the other thing I should be doing this week). Frustrating, even when it's so brief as this evening's was I'm pretty useless for applying focus to anything that isn't decompressing.

I think the most disappointing part is, as quiet as the library was tonight, I can't even honestly say I helped anyone. Books got put away, maybe that's something.