I’m in one of those periods where I just want to read and research and buy things and don’t seem to have it in me to bring anything creative forth. It’s uncomfortable, but I guess this is the seasonal nature of these things.
I wish I could turn the computer off more. It’s half magic wand, half stupid-ray.
And this business of people dying and being seriously ill is frightening. I feel like I’m clinging to Craig while the world falls apart, and I don’t even want to acknowledge the thought that comes after that.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, because there’s a bigger context than this that I mostly believe in, except when I doubt it and get scared.