Just one of those unusually finger-talkin'-so-much-I-just-wanna-type-everything-I-get-to-think-of-day. Just feels immensely liberating having my thoughts out of my head and typed up. It's not really something like wanting people to read about it. It's more of loving the fact that that that that that. Oh well, got stuck up a bit on some idea there that I can't seem to get out the right way or the way I want it to. 

Today's my most loved nephew's birthday. It's friday the 13th, but it's a lucky and happy day, has for years been like that. Now that's just all good ain't it. Word of the day, well more like of this writing only, is "just." Just seemed to notice. I'm well aware that I have this tendency of reiterating words in a literature unconsciously. I believe just because (there's the 'just' again) it's making the best emphasis of whatever I'm thinking about as of the moment. I also think that it is somewhat related to another kind of not so useful habit that I have, which is counting ellipses or exclamation marks or any similar character in a series. Odd or even in amount, I don't really put any significance into such. Odd, true, totally, but nothing deeply disturbing about it, I believe. Smile to self.

Moving on back. Got a full half day off from school today, technically valid. Two quarters off for a very very good reason. Emphasis "very." Got called in to work, no pressure, fresh on the floor. Fresh as in 'me' new to the area (me talking to me just in case I forget what I meant by that, years from now). Got home back-riding on a friend's bike, rambled endlessly, howling in amusement. 

Good day. Praying for more. Actually, praying all of them would be.