The only that sometimes keeps me coming home instead driving off into to no where is my cat, Angelo. Him and the fact I like a comfortable, familiar place to lay my head down. Which I’m about to do. I got into some sort of funk this afternoon. It culminated with me coming home and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Then I reheated some pizza (I have no food, just leftovers. After the pizza is gone I have to go shopping or starve. Haven’t decided which yet). I spent about three hours working on my iMac. I haven’t fixed it, but I feel closer than I was before. I have that “I’m getting there" feeling going on. So that’s a plus. I also have to take apart my speaker system. Something in the subwoofer is no longer sending power to the right speaker. Sound is coming out on the right, just at low volume (think about if you used a pencil and piece of paper to build a speaker for a record, its very low, power amplifies the sound). I’m hoping its just a loose wire I can reattach. However, If I need to learn some amateur electronics along the way to fixing it so be it. Alright. I suppose that is it. I had this longing urge to go for a walk late at night tonight, but bed is calling so much more. It wasn’t so much for a walk, but that it was so nice out today I wanted to lay on the beach or hillside and stare at the lake at night. I thought it’d be calming and peaceful. And it is supposed to stay above freezing (practically a heat wave compared to a few weeks ago). Maybe tomorrow night.