I am, apparently, talking to myself in an empty room. not that it’s ever really been any different– but I had such high hopes for comment functionality. I thought, ah, NOW I’ll really get a sense of whether I’m making any contact out there…
newsflash: I’m not making any contact.
which is fine, really.
lately I find I’m lying about everything. I’ll say I’m not disappointed when precisely the opposite is true. I’ll say I’m doing fine, when I’m sleeping about four hours a night and grinding my teeth down. getting crowns installed sucks, by the way.
hello, echoey hall of mirrors. wakey wakey. I’ll make my own reflections shimmy yet.
Just because we’re not saying anything doesn’t mean we’re not listening.
thanks. :-) I guess I needed to hear that.
ahh, transitions.
7 days and counting down(see vox, ch-ch-ch-chicago post).
godspeed, sarah