April 30, 2002
I think this will be my last month of 100 words. For now anyway. I've had a good run. I'm surprised I've made it this far. But I'm cooked. It's time to stop thinking and writing about my life, and time to start living it. My soul is empty. I'm drained. The very words I write now are strained and forced. I'm running on E. I need to live a bit so that I have something more to say. because I think I've said everything I've wanted to say. It's been a good experience, one I hope to return to.