Licking your wounds: the best way to end up with wet wounds and a bloody tongue. Time for a reasserted effort at organizing my thoughts and allowing myself to live instead of succumbing to fatigue and thus permitting work to dictate what I do with my free time. There is a battle going on for my mind and at nearly every juncture the lazy, the depressing, and the mundane are prevailing. I shall resist before the darkness takes me. I will seek adventure and art. When I can't drift physically I will do it mentally. Passing thoughts of interest will no longer be ignored and lost due to time constraints.