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If you're wondering what the heck that word in my subject line means, let me tell ya that I have no idea either... I picked it up from Sonetto, who now has a blog but does not want to tell me the URL just yet. I'm going to set him up on LJ if I can.
Ho-hum. Up before 5:00 AM at the moment and not liking it. Blame it on strange dreams. I feel as though everything's pushing me to get working on Endtimes again even though I have no idea what to do.
*spends a few blank moments watching the little BitTorrent download bar fill out*
It came again yesterday, that seeding depression that I can't work out of my system no matter what I do. It made everything seem dull and empty and surreal. It wasn't a particularly pleasant experience, especially since I was supposed to be enjoying the company of friends at the time that it seized me. I'd blame it on my mother and her over-paranoia (some of you know about that one), but maybe that wouldn't be fair.
Brother Paolo has decided to write a book all of a sudden. He was gushing over it in the car last night. Worst of all, parents were wonderfully supportive. Strange how I've been talking about my stuff to them but they never seem nearly as excited.
Maybe that's why.
Well now. Doesn't take a genius to notice that something's wrong with me.
Ho-hum. Up before 5:00 AM at the moment and not liking it. Blame it on strange dreams. I feel as though everything's pushing me to get working on Endtimes again even though I have no idea what to do.
*spends a few blank moments watching the little BitTorrent download bar fill out*
It came again yesterday, that seeding depression that I can't work out of my system no matter what I do. It made everything seem dull and empty and surreal. It wasn't a particularly pleasant experience, especially since I was supposed to be enjoying the company of friends at the time that it seized me. I'd blame it on my mother and her over-paranoia (some of you know about that one), but maybe that wouldn't be fair.
Brother Paolo has decided to write a book all of a sudden. He was gushing over it in the car last night. Worst of all, parents were wonderfully supportive. Strange how I've been talking about my stuff to them but they never seem nearly as excited.
Maybe that's why.
Well now. Doesn't take a genius to notice that something's wrong with me.
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