Trying To Remember Where I Left My Shoes

[the sounds of |Train True ~ Blue Oyster Cult]

Here we go again.

Does this begin the cycle where I claim to begin writing again, hold up my end of the bargain for a day or two or a week or two and then watch it die, or do I just do my thing and let it be what will be?

That, really is the question.

I look at life and find myself deeply unsatisfied.

Something I thought I’d never say…Work is fine. Home is miserable. I’ve thought about doing the things to change it, but at the same time, I now have other obligations, and doing what I think needs to be done does bad things to said obligations, which is not okay. I guess go back to the old die young plan is probably going to be the way it goes over because why not. Feelings, feelings are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static or something. And General Y. Carville. That one complicates things even more. Some days I think I’d rather go down that path, but at the same time, I don’t know that the gamble there would pay off.