You may have noticed 923 came before 922. I don’t think that’s a problem. Keep it to yourself if you do.
I have got the flattening of affect that normally comes with the first pissant course of SSRIs doctors like to prescribe before they realize I need something fancier and more liver damaging, something that really tickles that hard to reach spot. However, I am not taking any medication. Maybe some Emergen-C here and there. To what do I attribute this fly trapped in amber deal? I had a recent phase of being overly affected by the various cruelties in the world and mourning my own memories, and instead of flipping the hell out, I managed to form my own protective coating. I am part oyster, although others will eternally maintain I am more of a clam. Forgetting is our best skill as humans. Darfur? Newark? Iraq? What? Those are funny noises. Do you have any meaning for me? I would like to borrow a cup of purpose. Or I could work on an icing recipe instead. The sun still comes up, and dogs still have to pee, and the sprinklers will turn on until there isn’t any water left.
How do you turn it all off? Whenever I try to detach from the world, all I end up doing is “forgetting” to write my book and playing Star Wars.
Dear Comic Sans,
do you have some emergency chocolate? You’ll also want to draw a bubble bath and take some “you time.” Go on vacation and consume no media for a while. Next, you will want a chair shaped like a giant octopus. It’s working wonders around here.
The Scourge of Arial