Between thunder's clap and lightning's flash, my thoughts whisper. I store my things in the space between the nucleus of an atom and its electrons. I'm like the tail on a Q; you're not really sure why I'm there, but without me, you'd have something completely different.
I have got to stop playing The World Ends With You right before bedtime. All of that philosophical stuff makes my brain twitch.
Ah, but in all seriousness, that's really how I've come to view myself. I'm like the after-market mod you get for your computer. Yes, it runs fine without me, but I'm more of an afterthought to optimize performance and whatnot. Eh, fine. One must know one's place and all that.
Speaking of which, Rainmeter is basically useless. It does nothing, and it gets reaaaaally angry if you try to do anything to it.
Um... That's about it today.
Later Days
-B
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