Close to nothing at all.

Why the fuck is this taking so long?!? I'm so fucking tired of the waiting and sitting and not doing.

I wonder. What happened to the kid from "Where the Wild Thing Are" when he grew up?!? Did his dreams get squashed with debts and heartbreak?!?

This state I'm in... it's killing me. I used to think that I was untouchable. I was weird and creative and had ideas and nobody could mess with them or me or change what I am... but then I came here and it began... the slow tear down of my feable wall... brick by brick it pulled on me... and now even the earliest of ideas I doubt. The things that make me who I am... I question. I'm so fucking bored. I hate this... this state, this crew, this job, this... this life I've somehow stumbled into... somehow squashed the livin magic right out of. I want everything and nothing.

And so it is the shorter story. Nothing unusual. Nothing strange. Close to nothing at all.