otakusloth

Sitting here at work, doing the usual doorman things... starting out the door aimlessly waiting for someone who's too good to use their arms. As the time seems to move slower and slower, I realize without the random messages from my few friends here and there I'd be terribly lost. I can't even begin to explain the feeling I get if I don't preoccupy my mind with some type of text or media, it's a scary feeling to say the least. I guess I'm here being thankful for my escapes, and hoping that they never fail me.