Lately, I’ve been searching for words. Somehow not willing to write the words I feel.
I make excuses, and I can say some bullshit, but the truth is that if I don’t write, its cause I haven’t written.
This doesn’t change anything. I’m not even sure I care about writing. I remember it, but it’s scary to think about. I want
to express myself again, and my extensive Recession training doesn’t provide for that.
Tonight: Vodka, Rooster Booster, FX, and some good reading. I hope that something comes forward. I hope I can begin to
remember, and still keep some balance.