Hmmm, my cabin-fever tolerance is full for the year (not up 'til December 31st, 11:59:59pm like what's normal) so I'll be in Chicago with this miscreant (Don't let his gallery fool you--he's a real card, that one) for some surreal detachment at Windycon and catching up with other friends. Theory has it that if I take...I dunno...an actual vactation, complete with sleep and mental stimulation, that i might be able to get a a little closer to my old indomitable self. To be mentally caught between what you are now and what you were then, I don't think you can really figure the best use of yourself. That and I think it's about time I started thriving again. So a plane, a train, and a few crepes may help me see what can be done; see more clearly. I try not to say much about well...anything unless I feel it'd be something you guys can use, so hopefully my work and words'll reflect something a little brighter, a little more forward, soon. I'll be back ////////



_{also why is there no mood icon for existential indifference...}