Pulverized

Last night, there was a moth flying around in my room. I smacked it with my bare hand, and it disappeared. It was simply gone. No trace to be found.
A few minutes ago, another moth entered my room. I swapped it out of the air and it disappeared. I found moth-blood on my closet, but no trace of the moth itself.
Conclusion? Moths are pulverized into molecules when hit in mid-flight.

It's been a while since I last posted, despite my promise to post on Wednesday, June 30th. I could make up tons of excuses for why I didn't, but the fact is, I just didn't feel like it. However, coincidence or not, it is Saturday today. So basically, I just shifted my original unintended posting schedule by one week. Not that anyone could possibly care about that.

Quite a few things happened in the mean while. I moved to a different room, I went to a festival, my computer broke, I repaired it, I completed my first week at my vacation job with success. All of these are things you by no doubt have boundless interest in, but I'm going to talk about something different. Or well, I was planning to talk about something. Now that I've set some sort of quality standard for this blog, I'd hate to ruin it by simply writing to write something. Last posts were written by simply writing down what I felt like writing down. Right now, I don't really feel like writing about anything.
It's not that I can't think of anything to share with you, but I'll share them at a time it feels suited to do so.

Goodnight.