Wow...

What an uneventful few months, weeks, days, hours.... Everything melts into the same ol' same ol' My significant other harasses me to eat. I know he is right; I just forget it has been two/three days. I wish my apparent starvation had an artistic purpose (I am busy with my masterpiece, woman, do not interrupt!) I'm just not bloody hungry. I could give it many names; insomnia, bipolar 'disorder', an autism of some sort depending on the weather or not. Fact stands. In one end, out the other. It's the London Underground of existences. Mind the step...