Didn't log an entry yesterday. Don't really feel like doing it now, but something says I should, so I might as well listen to those voices in my head for once.
Bri says she's going to move in with Shalia. I don't consider it official until her stuff is gone.
Someone wants to pay me $50 to do a one page website for them. Yeah, sure, whatever.
Some old acquaintances have gotten back in touch with me. I'd rather enjoyed the solitude given previously.
...I don't know what to say, really. I don't know what anyone wants me to say. I've been in this fog since the start of this week and I can't seem to get out of it. Muses gone, motivation gone. And it's not a depression, because at least with that there's some kind of emotion there behind it. This... this is...
This is nothing. Literally, I feel nothing. I can't even say if I like feeling this or not because in order to like something, you have to have the capacity to feel the emotion, and at the moment, I don't.
This isn't about the loss of a life. And such a tragic one. I couldn't begin to tell anyone about it. It... I don't know. The chaos that's been residing in here since Monday of this week has just... it feels like it's cutting off all sensory stimuli to my brain. So now I guess I have to cut a path though it to get back to the semi-psychotic/depressive state I was in before.
Don't knock it, said state of being makes for great inspiration.
I'm going to go look at Jupiter Jazz II. Maybe I can find a way back through an old friend. Angst.
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Don't worry about what anyone wants you to say. This blog is for you. And if you mean outside of blogland, well, don't worry about them, either. Sometimes we gotta look out for number one first.
( 2:47 p.m. )