and so time passes. my house mates have gone for the weekend, leaving me to my own devices. the quiet is welcome, and at times unnerving. i'm concerned, but i'm not sure about what. it's a looming sense of unease. i don't know what i'm doing here. that's not true, i know what i'm doing, but i'm just not certain i'm doing it well or correctly. directionless angst. i feel like a kid at times. it pisses me off. the wind is howling.