Today is a leap day, or rather it was a couple of hours ago. In terms of date counting, it might just be a day that doesn’t exist.
I wish it didn’t feel like you were/are upset.
If I go mad from talking to myself, please stop me. Or kill me. I talk to myself too much.
No meaningful conversations.
It’s kinda quiet in here. A kind of deathly uncalm. It’s like you’re dressed in chainmail walking through the dungeons and nobody is in sight. Maybe I’ve already cleared this section before, drat.
Watch some TED Talks, they help to take the mind off the stale normal life. Prometheus is amazing.