Should inspiration drop below room temperature, ruminations rise and melancholy takes hold of me. This is a space of random, ocular healing. Spiritual rehabilitation. Self-medication for the self-critical if you will. *Ahem* To your left, assorted distractions; to your right, probably a scroll-bar and the edge of your computer screen that should be used to safely exit into the real world upon arriving at your sanity's realisation.
We are so glad you found us ☆*o((★´♡‿♡`+))o*☆, but stop reading this and go do something constructive will ya. You are depressing me with all your free time.