The muse has temporarily left me. It’ll be back. I’ve been somewhat, for lack of a better word, depressed for a few weeks, vacation notwithstanding. That, too, will pass soon, and I will get around to writing about my trip to Black Rock City. I just have to swallow a few things I haven’t yet managed to accept.
I’ve been having the most awful dreams lately. Truly terrifying one, and I wake up wanting quick, physical consolation. Validation that I’m not that sick, but just sick enough to get the job done well down there.
I kinda miss being The Guy or The Dude. I feel a bit sedate around friends, not my usual peppy self. It’s not doing anything good for my suspicions that I have Asperger’s. But then again, I don’t get enough shit done to have Asperger’s.
Today’s magic word is not listed in dictionary.com. I checked.
I’m dreaming about cars lately.
Sorry you’re feeling angst, blue, depressed, ill-placed. Hope it passes soon.
Well, it probably won’t be until the 23rd or 24th century…
Cars? Good cars? Bad cars?
Thanks, Aunt Andi.