Dear diary,

I've been feeling the walls closing in on me all day today.

I feel like I have no elbow room. Objects may appear closer than they really are. I can't breathe. I'm moving in slow motion.

I've had a headache and had to sleep too much. I feel like I've been doing nothing but preparing food and eating all the time.

Eat, eat, eat, that's all that I ever do, like a hungry, hungry hippo, and still I'm just wasting away to nothing. I am like...

I'm sorry, Gothic Net, I looked at other websites today. But, man, do they all suck.

I haven't found another website half as sexy as you are, not anywhere on the whole wide web.

So, I really don't get it... Where is everybody? Why is this site such a ghost town?

Mechanical ladies and gentlemen...

Today is not a good day. My brain is scrambled, mind distracted and body is in pain. I can't get anything done in this state.

And I still can't bring myself to make a real post, either. By which I mean a story post, of course. So, I guess that leaves me with nothing.

It took Noah Solloway eight years to write his first novel. I'm already halfway there.

Hey there, bots.

I've been meaning to post some of my writing on this blog, but I've been putting it off. I'm scared and I keep procrastinating.

It would be a really huge leap to actually do it. Easier said than done, and so on.

I'm not entirely sure of all the reasons that are holding me back on this, but at least part of it stems from that...

I am ashamed of them.

Yes, indeed, I am very ashamed of the stories I write. I know they're...

Heya, baby-bots,

The blog has been renamed.

Goodbye "The Blog Function Rediscovered",
welcome "Weird Navigator"!

Something must be afoot here...

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In other news, or random rambles, I've been watching AMC's The Terror. It's a really good show. A pure-blooded gothic tale about an expedition...