I dont know what I want to do. part of me wants to just turn off the day. another part wants to go do something. but then I think about it, and realize that, no, I really dont want to do that. so who knows. I dont.
so I woke up this morning, and my retainer was by my side. I sat there and though... how the hell did that get there? I've concluded that I took it out after waking up from a dream, that I dont remember. I dont know why I took it out. but there it was, by my side. confusing, I know. It’s a mystery.