Why Am I Doing This? Won't I Please Stop?

I have been going insane, failing my arms at problems too slippery and too intractable.

I have been gurning my face and filing away every half baked idea into the back of my head and waiting for the day I could stand up and look at the sun and return to the world of words, and feelings, and freshly cut grass. Now I can finally begin the process of regurgitating everything and assembling all the little pieces into something coherent.

The feeling is the opposite of hunger. I have a deep queasiness that can only be relieved in the spiritual vomitoriums and baths of this godforsaken place. And now that I’ve showered and shaved and watered the plants and hit the gym and meditated and deloused the cats, it’s time to start a blog. What else?