I'm becoming unstable socially, I think. I would despise a character as inconsistent in his motives and emotions as myself. This disintegration goes well with these shoes. I need to figure out what exactly my act is, if I really do need an act after all. But enough of this: I'm fine, nothing tragic, wonderful or unexpected has happened, and this is just the kind of vague meaningless nonproductive blather I want to avoid. Enough.