Fuzzy logic.

Maybe I’m too comfortable in my own skin now. I need something to spur me on. I need to move, I need my system to start generating new insights. I’ve been in the same pair of shoes for far too long now, I’ve become so predictable. I disgust myself. This is not who I am, who I was made to be. My canvas is fading, I need a dash of red, or maybe a splash of the colour spectrum.

In other unrelated news, I have grown 749273 skin tones darker, I can’t see the whites between my webbed fingers anymore. Today’s dinner at 359 was delightful and Yuna’s still as gorgeous as ever on AJL. That is all for now.