The steady rise and fall of my empire receeds back to the age of dinosaurs when I stepped on a butterfly. Damn you course of evolution.

Life would be so much easier if I had an addictive personality. I'm sitting here bored out of mind, with nothing to do. Sure I could play some video games that I've poured hundreds of dollars into, but nah, I've already done that. I could drum, but nah, I've already done that. There's nothing to do, TV doesn't entertain me anymore. I want to go out, but I have no one to go out with, I guess thats the downfall of losing a friend. It's almost as if I'm in a state of boredom that there is no escape.

I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.

I went for my work name tag a minute ago, apparently the pin was open and I stabbed my thumb pretty deeply. I applied pressure on it to stop the bleeding, and it worked, but now there is a null ache, my thumb whimpering. Pain is such an odd thing. When something in your body happens that shouldn't, electric signals are sent through your nerves to your brain informing it, which then tells you (strange to look at your brain as being a completely different being. In a sense it is, it does more than us, we don't blink, we don't breathe, we don't walk. Our brain does that for us) that something is wrong via what we consider to be pain. But if you focus on that idea hard enough, you can make it go away. Inside your head just repeat to yourself, "I know I just hurt my thumb, I understand that." and it eventually goes away. That sounds pretty odd, but I do it all the time.

I'm basically blogging this out of boredom. I have nothing else to do, I will end up playing a video game out of spite. Hm, maybe some Battlefield 2. Yeah, that sounds good.