. . . Ok, not really
[ed.: per usual, I started writing this over a week (and a half,
I think) ago. I know, avocado_tom, fire & forget.
Unfortunately I write much too slowly for that.]
I have withdrawn again. It doesn't feel like my normal "going to
ground." I went to the Massive Attack/DJ Shadow show (I could
say "more later" but between us we know the liklihood of that,
so let's leave it at wheeeeee!) on Friday.
Tuesday Matt, Dwight & I had a fantastic time at the
Millenium Beer & Chiles Festival. The pairings were perfect,
sublime, and everything I'd expect from Millenium. I also
Belgain soured ales are quite tasty. They're right up my
alley, and you'd think I would have tried them before. I need
to find out which one came with my entrée, because it was by
far my favorite beer of the evening (and they were ALL tasty)
My weight-loss continues to make me a complete
lightweight. I have no tolerance anymore.
Also, I did something really cool on Sunday that I will
be blogging about, once I come back for more than a gasp of air
before submerging again.
It's not my normal withdrawl, "going to ground." And yet . . . I
haven't done more than (barely) skim LJ in weeks, I've stopped
looking at Flickr, and worst of all, I've all but quit the 365 Days challenge.
(I plan to pick that up again, but reset the clock)
I'd been thinking that I'd just withdrawn from my "virtual"
life, and quite frankly, I wouldn't be all that upset about
that. But I haven't taken a photo, I haven't really had a social
engagement (except those planned in advance of this withdrawl),
I haven't really done anything. It's hard enough to
write this stupid little missive.
Recently I realized work may be a large contributing factor in
this slump/funk. The Project From Hell™ (which was
supposed to be over in July) was just extended until November.
It is sucking my will to live. I may say more than that in a
non-open forum. (But probably not, see above.)
I do feel a bit self-conscious whining about my work situation
when so many people I know are in worse situations than I. But
that doesn't change the fact that it appears to be sucking my
will to live, and I need to figure out how work that out, at the
current rate I will be little more than a husk by November.