The rumours of my death are only slightly exaggerated

[mousme]

Yeah, I've sort of gone into semi-hermit mode. I haven't touched the computer in days, although I have seen people.

I could put in a grocery list of all the things I've done lately, but I don't think it'll be of much interest to anyone but me. I'm quite sure that if I were in a different mindspace I'd have very interesting things to post about. Lord knows, things are happening around me, even if I'm not involved.

Looking at it as objectively as I can, which isn't saying all that much, I grant you, I think I'm on a general downswing. After the six months of non-stop go-go-go that was Erb, settling into a quiet nine-to-five job is just, well, boring. I'm still stuck in limbo about the job, although I poked my manager today about getting that finalized, and she did say she'd get it done this week. Time will tell, I guess. I'm in the middle of one of my typical "I-haven't-done-anything-with-my-life-and-I-suck" phases.

And before you ask: no, I have no idea what I'd rather be doing right now. If I wasn't unable to write a sentence of fiction that wasn't utter dreck, I'd say that I'd rather be writing. At this juncture, however, a root canal without anesthetic sounds less painful than writing. *sigh* I have a few ideas. They just don't seem to be leading anywhere, and whenever I try to write them down, they magically transform into crap.

So, yes. Feeling vaguely discouraged and out of sorts, and there's been a new spike in heat since a few days, which doesn't help.

Okay, this post is about to die a disjointed death, so I'm going to post it before I delete it in a fit of pique.

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

Well, it was meant to be funny, in a vaguely acerbic and cynical sort of way. My cats would eat the caterpillar. In fact, they've tried to eat just about everything that's within reach. *shakes head*