if I start writing a little bit, even if it's only a bit of minutia, I'll begin to write something. It doesn't matter if you read anymore.
It seems that I'm not thinking or writing very well.
All I seem to do is work or worry about work that isn't done or can't be done immediately.
There's this letter that I need to write. A party to throw. Another letter to write.
Things to do.
I'm just afraid I'll have one of those days where I shut down and do nothing. And now I'm one of those people who has to ask a work colleague if things have been accomplished, if she's on top of things--because I'm afraid that she is not.
And if you are still reading, which I suspect you are not, please don't expect anything but the ravings of an eccentric for a more than a little while. Admittedly, I'm a little lost right now.
I'm trying to figure out what makes me interesting or me again. One of those two things will suffice for now.