I have three minutes before I'm supposed to be in a meeting I don't want to attend. Bah. I've had no time to write in here and my brain is suffering for it. It's as though all the thoughts that normally I would dump in here have just gotten all clogged up in the backlogs of my mind, and they all shift around up there like that thing in Dumbledore's office (damn! What's it called? Now I'm going to be trying to remember all throughout the meeting...damn damn!), and I just wish I wish I wish that I had one of those things and a wand so I could dump a few of these in and just be without them for a while.

Argh.

Too muddled to put anythin intelligible here. BoyWonder is now Boy Gone, with little on that horizon to speak of, aside from two friends calling me within an hour of each other saying they want to fix me up with a woman. I don't know that I'm interested anymore. I feel myself slipping back into that asexual place I used to be Post-Zulu when I was in Arizona. I really don't want to be there. But what's a girl to do? Go out and have meaningless sex with the first available? There IS no available! No prospects, even for meaningless crap. So, bah on that, too.

Okay, now I'm officially late. Crap.

Outta here.

Posted by twids at 8:57 am