"For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or other, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday."

-The Darkest Evening of the Year, Dean Koontz

Today was the last day of our exercise. Helped out with our force activation. Nearly got activated too. Lol. Nothing much else. Not a soul replied to my sms. Why am I not surprised. So this nights out I went home, decided to go play Restaurant City. =.= Sounds so loser. =( What to do.

Suck it, I guess. No one reads this anyway. In this modern high-tech world of super-fast communication and information overload, I'm just one guy talking to myself in my little lonely corner of the cyber highway. The electronic equivalent of a drunkard mumbling to himself at a street corner as the cars pass him by.