I love how...this is my blog. This place in cyberspace is like a grey sweatshirt. You know how you throw on a grey hoodie--not a red or blue one--and you put the hood up, it's like you're in your own little space. It's not a fashion statement, it's a means for mulling things over, disabling your sensibilities to the outside world, and elevating your sense of self-awareness. It's warm, cozy and private. It's said that when Bob Marley was in the studio, no one was allowed to talk to him if the hood was up. Pretty serious. That's how I feel when I write here. Lately though, I don't know. I hate how...this is my blog, but I still can't write everything I feel. And I have all these drafts written down on sticky notes, but they'll never make it here. Thank goodness I have something to concentrate on next week instead, even if it is...matlab.