92.

Signing off for now with a little more color. This is more addicting than I expected...

91.

It was my roommate who suggested I open a blog for others to see, and by "others" he meant future employers. Tough luck, I thought; what could they possibly glean from someone who'd already run out of words. But I've long since lost my habit of adding to my diary frequently, so I thought, what the hell, why not. At least I can finally put some of these pictures on display, where someone else would be able to see the dust they've gathered.

90.

Mobile version's still busted, which is fine, I guess. Text goes here and looks like so on its own. Could take a while for me to get the hang of this blogging thing.

89. Dry run

Text goes here. Cave Story stays up there and needs to be distanced from text accordingly. 5:45 am; set to leave in a few hours. Lot of things to do and not enough time to not do them. What's new.

God, I hate Thursdays.