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[oceantheorem]

I haven't felt like writing. That's weird. Not completely unheard of, but weird.

Maybe it's because I don't know how I feel this week. I don't really feel anything this week. Mostly, my shoulders feel like iron. I have the shoulders of a bomb technician. Besides that, though, I got nuthin'. Well, my landlord had my car moved six feet backwards so some men could install a fence, and now my rear bumper is missing a chunk of paint, and my landlord hotly denies that the tow truck ever came in contact with my rear bumper. So that's sort of a thing. Does anyone know if a tow truck would have come in contact with my rear bumper?

I think the other part of me not wanting to write exists because I know I'll just whine. The only things I have to say are whiny.

So I'm gonna go have a glass of wine. And go to bed.

P.S. I'm officially going to blame hormones for my whininess. Hormones and lack of chocolate.

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[pewter-surfer.livejournal.com]

I think the other part of me not wanting to write exists because I know I'll just whine. The only things I have to say are whiny.

I feel I'm the same boat. I used to be so enthusiastic about blogging. (I was icetulip for 3 years.) I'm trying to recapture that same essence with pewter_surfer, but I just haven't been as prolific as I was in past years. I want to write. But everything that comes out is inane, daily drudge that comes off as complaining more than ideas I want to elaborate on or share with people. Sigh.

[oceantheorem.livejournal.com]

I think it's a phase. At least, I'm telling myself it's a phase. Eventually I'll feel like writing again, and I'll have stuff to say, and it will be great.

In the meantime... chocolate?

[pewter-surfer.livejournal.com]

Yes, chocolate! Good call.