Disappearing to Montreal for a few days of frivolity and sin, not that I've been around anyway.

It's nice though, breathing in fresh air, yet my sleeping problem still persists. I think my mind is feigning illness, though my body does not feel as such.

Many people have passed me by in the interim, and I'm grateful for their presence. As much as I doubt myself sometimes, I believe they're grateful for mine too.

It's beautiful, staring out the window, with the piano keys stroking out simple tunes in the background. Reminds me of my childhood.

Oh wait, I hated piano lessons...