I'm starting to get sick of myself. I feel like all I do is complain on here and I hate that. I don't want to be that person whose blog you dread reading, who gives you a feeling of dread when you see it's been updated because you just know it's going to be some new tale of woe.
I want to post funny things and happy things and goofy things and ranty things about politics and government and the Red Sox. I don't want to keep posting about all the crap that's going on over here. But I can't seem to find the funny or happy or goofy or even the ranty. It's just sort of gone, lost in this ennui that may be from the new anti-depressant or may be from all the craptastic shit that's been going on, or both.
I'm not taking a break, I just don't have much to say right now. I'm barely reading the blogs I like and I'm hardly commenting and it's making me feel a bit guilty. I'm feeling very down and my brain feels full of cotton wool. I'm having a hard time working up any enthusiasm for anything and it's difficult to string together coherent thoughts. If I wrote what was going thru my brain, you'd probably have me committed. It all just sort of sucks and I'm sick of the suckage.