Nothing.

This whole last week has been so strange. It seems like I've been so busy but I'm not really getting anything done. I don't even know what I could write about it. Especially in under 10 minutes so I can publish this with a timestamp of October 16. To meet my self-imposed daily blogging deadline.

So much is going that I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't tell it all, but when I sit down to type it up I can't think of a single thing to say about it.

I've never been good at knowing what I want. As far back as I can remember, when someone asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I didn't have a clear idea. But in retrospect, I did have an idea, I just thought I couldn't have it. And even now that I seem to be on my way towards it, I don't even want to say it "out loud" in case it doesn't happen. So there you go.