I have all my fingers, I have all my toes. I have no major ailments, as far as anybody knows. I've had no major struggles in life, I've had no major foes. Nothing is as bad as it seems, pessimism really blows.

Poem by yours truly.

Anyway, it's been a strange day/night. I started off doing nothing. I tried playing video games, I tried doing homework, I tried watching a movie, I tried many things, and nothing felt right. I eventually went out to eat with my roommate, then had him shoot a portrait of me. Cha-ching!

Then it happened. I sat outside on my balcony at 2:00a.m. thinking. I thought about climate changes, and that my breath was carbon dioxide soaring into the atmosphere. I thought about this idea that the world is changing. And people are right. It is changing. But the world is always changing. It always has been. Nothing is different in that everything is different. Stop worrying so much.
I thought about my life, and what it would mean if I died today. It would be pretty meaningless. I have accomplished nothing. I haven't even accomplished anything to set myself up to accomplish anything in the future. I thought to myself, if I die soon, I want to leave something behind. That was it. That was what I needed.
I walked into my room, opened up my computer, put on some music, and started writing. I am now halfway done with Bouvet Island, my pet feature project. I am going to keep working on it until I finish.