Saturday night.

I didn't get any writing done tonight, just walked around my apartment talking to myself as I put stuff away. Apparently it's something I need to do more often. Both because my floor's a good deal cleaner now and I'm a little firmer about what it is I'm doing. Mostly in that I don't quite know what that is. Also that I shouldn't let it stop me from trying something different, even if all that comes of it is having gone through something new.