Dammit, again.

Someone should remind me not to write when I'm tired. And I'm really really tired right now. As I was last night. Being tired makes me moody. So I'm not going to deal with anything right now. Instead, I'm going to take a nap. And then I'm going to wake up and see if I still really want to tell the rest of the world to fuck off.

And then I'll go to Sci-Fi club, because I'm feeling the need to be around people. Specifically, I feel the need to be around people who aren't going to ask me too many questions. Cuz I can't answer questions right now. I can just ask them. And that's frustrating. And Kamran's question on his blog, my answer, and his response are nagging in my head at something very sore and difficult, and I just can't deal with it right now. After I sleep, after I get my head screwed back on right, maybe. Maybe.

Lemme tell you this, tho... I'm a hell of a lot better with poetry than I am with thinking deep thoughts. Ha ha, that's a contradiction in terms. Sort of.

Back later. With more words, to obscure the truth of this blank page.