I'm still not sure what nothing is. I mean, if it's actually nothing then we shouldn't have a word for it, so maybe it's an idea. But then it's not nothing. Anyway, today felt a bit like that, like what did I get done? I went to work, then came home, ate some lasagne from my oven of the future, then jumped onto my laptop (yep the screen is pretty broken now). But I don't even really know what to write about. I mean, it was routine minus the poutine, really. Actually today was a bit hard, kind of like my clothes when I put in glue instead of fabric softener. But let's not remind Mom about that. Hmm, I don't even know what to write.