How could I forget a blog? The outlet where I can say what's on my mind, a place to channel those random, rounded thoughts. Maybe it's the silent audience that I can never be sure of, if it exists, if it's judging me, laughing, smiling. Why do I have to care? And why do the faces that I cannot see haunt me?

It's not that late but somehow I'm incredibly tired. There is no energy left in my body to even hold my face together. It sags; I can feel it drooping. Where did this day go? It's piled up somewhere with all the other days that disappear.

Six months without turning on my brain - that's what it feels like. 180 days of silence. The car battery only tells you it's flat when you go to turn the key. It reminds me of missing a step at the bottom of a staircase. "What?" Now that I'm reading friend's blogs again, I realize my most recent mental hiatus has been a long one. Where does the mind go, 1,440 minutes a day?

Tonight's adventure was had here in my room. Just me and my suitcases. I didn't do so bad, expanding over eight months. Frivolous purchases were kept to a minimum. As expected, I only gained in books, which weigh unfortunately quite a bit. The rest is a combination of gifts and new clothes. "Slave of fashion", that I am. It's good to see, though, what I need to have in order to survive in a foreign land. I've learned quite a bit. No more books. And travel to a tropical climate were clothes are an option.

It's time to try again and go to bed. Exhaustion should be illegal. Then maybe people would enjoy it.