I'm feeling inarticulate today. For a writer, that's a Bad Thing.
The list of things that confuse me grows by the day, leaving damn little to hang on to in the way of solid beliefs. More and more, I wonder why the hell I even bother to try living up to any principles at all; doing so seems to make me a doormat, not respectable.
Much as I'd like to be optimistic and cheerful, it ain't working.
Maybe it was the dreams I had last night. One was so bizarre that I tried to go back to sleep to find out if there was any reason for what was going on.
Or maybe it's just that the old order changeth, and there is no place in this Brave New World for me.
8 hours ago