You may have noticed, I’ve not written anything in a while. At least, I’ve noticed.
The problem with that is, I start putting pressure on myself. I feel like, when I finally post something new, it has to be big. It has to be grand. It has to be memorable. So it will have been worth the wait, right?
Well, get ready to be disappointed; I got nothing.
I’m coming up blank on what to write about. It’s frustrating as hell.
I don’t really have any updates on my life, of note. My depression has been mostly under control, lately, with the occasional exception. No significant physical changes. I haven’t won any lotteries. Probably because I don’t play any.
I have no insight to offer regarding the news of the day; it still alternately depresses and enrages me. And that takes a toll, as I’m sure you can empathize.
I have, however, found some blogs I really enjoy, because I find them entertaining or thought-provoking, or both. Among them are:
Check ‘em out sometime. I think you’ll enjoy them. Meanwhile, I’ll keep wrestling with this writer’s block thing I got going.
just drive, will you? 