I enjoy tracing my finger around the sections of keys on my keyboard and collecting all the dust with the adhesive power of the oil that got on there when I put my hand in my hair and gnawed at it in nervous tick style. When I have accumulated a satisfactory amount of dust, I then like to wipe it on my black jeans so I can see it all really well.

It makes a light grey smudge on my black thigh, and I feel happy.

I wonder if I have an ulcer.

Anyways, I like to think about fantasy.