I'm staring out a half-fogged window and cursing myself for a moment of weakness hours ago and a history of weakness that I'm not yet sure how to fight off. Funny, that; unsure, uncertain, you'd think I spend my entire life confused. In a way I do, apparently. It's really starting to get to me.

Moments like these, when I can't help but think back... can't help but remember my belief that I'd had the best I could have... can't help agreeing with myself... I'm going to go out in to the main house. Sit around. Maybe eat something, if there's anything edible. Maybe just curl up on the sofa and stare at nothing.

You know you're a loser when you can't even finish a job, neh? *twitch*