I am Jack's Busted Brain Matter

This is a completely useless post.

I was searching for a cliche. I found something else.
I clicked on and continue my search. Then found better things to do.

I closed my eyes and wished myself far away from Human Remains.

Nothing really changed, except that I no longer find myself waking up alone. Nothing really changed, except that I find myself not the one staying up for midnight in the moonshine anymore. Nothing really changed, except that it's someone else staying up for midnight in the moonshine. Nothing really changed, except that all I am is tired and any time I could spare I just want to sleep. Nothing really changed, Horatio paled; Mac forgotten; Gil still trots. Nothing really changed, except that I have to find and keep track of World Time of different spaces different days. Nothing really changed, except that project desk I have downstairs had no sale since I last graced it. Nothing really changed, I really did lost focus.