Echoes

I apologize to anyone who still stops in here, I haven’t had much to say lately.

I know, I used to always have a little too much to share about me and those around me, as is well documented over the last six or seven years here. (you’re thinking: a little?) It’s not that there is nothing happening now, it’s that I can’t quite form the words to describe it. In the past I was happy with the monkey/typewriter hyphothesis, that if I just typed enough eventually something good would come out of it, but right now that doesn’t seem like a reasonable plan.

I will say I’m feeling a bit lost and alone at the moment, and it’s all my own doing, so I need to figure out how to deal with it.

Out of practice

Apparently I was behind on both my “make other people fucking
miserable,” and “extreme self-loathing” quotas.

Dear readers, you will be pleased to know not only have I caught up,
I’ve put enough in the bank to last for a long, long time.