Don't you wish that I had something of substance to write about. Well to be perfectly honest.

So do I.

But substance seems to be lacking as of late.

School is monotonous. People the same. Sad thing is, there's no room for substance in monotony.

My right lung left for Lynchburg this week, and what a sad thing that was. Of course, my right lung is safely fastened in my body, but when someone you love leaves, it feels as though you have lost something vital. Something you cannot survive without.

But of course I will survive. Thanksgiving isnt too far off.