There’s really not so much to say
Recently I wasn’t blogging about being unhappy — because I wasn’t! I’m not sure I was happy, but I wasn’t unhappy. Past tense there? Why yes. I don’t know why. It’s sort of a middling unhappiness coupled with almost-crippling anxiety. Or something quite like. I need to watch something where someone doesn’t die (negation scopes over existential), which leaves out the two I was considering — Buffy or Mother Love.
I am always so busy, and nothing gets done.
One of those days/weeks/lives.