Sometimes, I just get to a spot where everything loses meaning and feels vacuous, these phases come and go. My math teacher asked what gets me up in the morning and I didn't know what to say, because when I don't have to get up for school, I stay in my bed with the ants and fuzzy eyes. Or, I guess, things don't become empty, I just get too tired to fish out the meaning.
Regardless, I think that's what has been bothering me about clotted, that I put myself down as a thing, and the thing looks like a wading pool.
In history class today, the Bladerunner-Baptist Minister's Wife gave us ice cream sandwiches and turned on Saving Private Ryan for the first twenty minutes, the beaches bit.