Someone mentioned to me yesterday that I hadn't posted in nearly two weeks.
I didn't even realize that. Not only that, I didn't realize they followed this clusterfuck of detritus that pours out of my head from time to time. They wanted to know if my glasses have been a bit rose tinted lately.
Not so much.
With working, stress, a dearth of exposure to the news, and my attention being ever so willingly directed elsewhere, I've simply not had the time to pound away on my keyboard, grunting and banging my chest until words come out.
I've still got plenty of anger. This train hasn't been derailed, it's just been stuck at the station for maintenance.
Also: I'm suffering from a very serious medical condition right now.
Extreme lack of coffee.
It's terrible, but I somehow manage.
So to my readers, known and unknown, and especially you, provocateur, this is for you.
This is me, popping my head in to say, "be right back."
As soon as life gets a little less hectic.
As soon as I get my books put away.
John Waters said something to the effect of "if you go home with someone, and they don't have any books, don't fuck them."
I have a shit ton of books, but right now, they're all in boxes.
Alright, that's enough rambling for now.
I'll be back
In the meantime, I'll be on the rooftop.
With a view like the one in this photo, can you blame me?
Look up once in awhile.
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