I've sort of been ignoring this journal, telling myself there isn't anything I really want to post here. I've gotten a bit lazy and comfortable with the self-censorship the other journal affords. It's not healthy but I've been too stressed and harried to feel like taking the time to find a healthy way to talk about myself and my life.

It's actually not true that I don't have anything to talk about. I've been bored of going on about the minutiae of my life, telling you about doing laundry, the drive to work, the indignities of work, the lack of self satisfaction in my life...I think you get it, and/or it seems common enough that I've stopped trying to find some value in noting it down. Life hasn't really been boring, far from it which is why I haven't had much time for journalling.

Now I have so many notions crashing through my brain I don't really know where to start or if I should really bother with it. Religion, art, the role of morals in governance, gender delineation, travel, the merits of a good cup of coffee, Los Angeles, my home.... Heady subjects, all.

There's always politics and current events. But I just don't feel up to these subjects right now. I've been feeling less and less inclined to debate recently and at the same time stressed and querrulous enough that if I meet another staunch Bush supporter I may just blow a gasket. Maybe I'm getting numb, after all the insults and little hurts to the national psyche and the global body I can't get the effort together to say "ouch" any more. But that doesn't mean I won't snap.

but I have a ton of work to do.

take care