So I've had the blogger window open for...about an hour now. And I know this is the point where I should write something, but oy, I just don't know what to blather about today. There's nothing going on at the same time there's a lot going on (yeah it makes sense in a twisted sort of way) but there's really not much to talk about. Or that I want to drag into my journal at least. Getting into a discussion of a certain controversial movie I refuse to mention here on another site; getting disgusted by the teeniebopper fan club for a tv show cliche on another; and having crisis of a....outside the realm of normal nature (which gets into complex thoughts on magick, energy, the nature of being, soul and the universe - aka far too heavy a topic to blather about casually here). The weather's shifted - was about 85F the other day and last night it plummeted into the low 40's. Now it's supposed to be cool all week. Normally something I'd enjoy and relish, but right now, it's causing a problem with the crisis I mentioned.

Bah. Riddles and vagueness. Liberally sprinkled with boredom and monotony. Yes, this is why I've been unable to compose an entry of any value or understanding.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 3/9/2004 01:00:24 PM ~ ~