twilight1

I think I just swallowed windex. Oops.

I'm trying to think of something interesting to say about my 2-month absence from SG...or something interesting to say at all. And while I start to type something witty, my brain ceases to function, and the cycle starts over again. Alas, I have journal block.

Thus, I try to resuscitate my mind, unsucessfully. It's like trying to find a good song on the radio, or getting a breath of fresh air - in downtown Manhatten. I feel overwhelmed - drowning, if you will, in this country's shallow nature.

There are so many things I'd like to touch base on, but haven't a clue how to voice them...or if would even matter if I did. I'd imagine not. I suppose I could just go on about my new shoes (I didn't get new shoes) and how crappy my week has been (it really wasn't that bad), and how life sucks (I don't really feel it does) and blah blah blah (I'll just leave this for what it is.). Or not.

Aside from my withering intellect and my tendency to ramble, I leave you with this, because this is how I feel (and I like the picture):



It makes sense to me, anyway.