I haven't written in nearly a month. Nothing's wrong, just don't know what to say. Lots of stuff on my mind, but too much is too personal. If I write it, it's real and I have to deal with it or at the very least think about it.
And so I practice my exceedingly well developed avoidance techniques. I am too busy to worry about my life's minutiae. (What if it's really big stuff-- maxutiae? Don't know.)
I need to begin again.
Tomorrow.
