See, This Is What I Meant
Not blogging regularly. Not practicing. And as a result, the world looks deadly dull to me, with nothing offering itself up as deserving to be recorded.
Classes are good. Reports are getting written. Stress level is still way too high, but better now that running has recommenced. But the old brain does not seem to be producing the thoughts worth sharing these days — it simply isn’t getting sufficiently interested in anything to go through the motions of pondering. And thus little posting, which leads to even less posting, which leads to an intensified desire to post, but without the ability to get it started. I begin to feel as though I need one of those little blue pills for the brain. Either that, or some time off.
This useless post brought to you by the need to kickstart said thoughts by writing anything, anything at all.
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