oh well, welcome to humanity, self.
i had something else pseudo-deep that i was going to say, but i forgot it, so i'll just go to bed.
oh, this isn't it, but -- i realized today that i'm not passionate about any kind of art anymore. i mean, i still like it, i like watching movies and listening to music and reading books. but i like it the way i like a good sandwich. it's tasty, if i'm really in the mood for it it's wonderful, buuuuuuut who cares? it's just a sandwich/book/movie/song/poem/painting/s
okay, now bed.