Life has been very blurry and ethereal lately. I don't feel really here. I interact with people, avoid my work, space it with meaninless distractions, eventually do my work, and stare at all the better ways I could be spending my time.
Life is blowing past and I'm armed with only an off-brand ziploc bag to catch it.
I've developed some very strange coping mechanisms. Or perhaps it's avoidance. I've seen his face before.
But I'm coming back, to livejournal at least. Perhaps I'll get tired of all these match-stick plans and half-heard conversations and learn to plant myself in more fertile mental ground.