I'm alive!
This weekend I will probably make a chewy thinky post about how distressed I am about my increasing disengagement from fandom, but right now it is 10pm so I need to go to sleep in order to wake up at 6am and leave the apartment at 7am! Spending almost eleven hours out of the house every day, most of those at a 'job' that involves a lot of poking people with needles and writing in charts and no internet access whatsoever... well, this is where the disengagement is coming from, but it is also making me too tired to engage my BRAIN when it comes to any leisure task more productive than devouring novels or watching food shows on SBS or firing brief emails at people.
I want my ability to write back, I think my commute has STOLEN IT.
I also want my faith in humanity back; yes, José Saramago, I'm looking at you. I am recovering with Virginia Woolf. This may not have been the most comforting of choices.
I want my ability to write back, I think my commute has STOLEN IT.
I also want my faith in humanity back; yes, José Saramago, I'm looking at you. I am recovering with Virginia Woolf. This may not have been the most comforting of choices.
