The sun wants to melt me into the earth. I don't think I would mind. I'm blind from sidewalk and tile. Somehow, I believe I am getting sort of sick. Maybe it's just a cold. But my voice is getting crappy like always. What a bunch of bollocks. My room is in extreme want of cleaning. It has been suffocating me. I want to get out today. Do something. Anything really. I think I'll go figure some things out. And put out my burning bed. G'day.