wow. apparently we began the war when i was busy rearranging the furniture in my living room.

i can’t comprehend what this all means. if it’s right or wrong. i knew it was inevitable, only a matter of time. but still, now that’s it’s begun i feel oddly hollow. my main concern seems to be where to put my bookcases and my achey throat.

we’re at war and i am worried about my throat. this makes no sense at all.