I haven't been
writing for a while, and my brain has built up a layer of
snot that the ideas can't quite
break through.
I have been playing
Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo almost incessantly. I imitate the Japanese taunts and shouts that the
characters spout. I've been reading a lot of books. More
Margaret Atwood, and a recommendation from the boyfriend -
Good Omens. I've mellowed out some since the new medication -
Depakote ER. I am not upset by this, but I could do without the brain snot.
Sometimes I feel like I have lost the me I used to be. The flights of fancy, the fits of misunderstanding, the
fascination with the color of a flower or dragonfly wings. Iridescence is lost on me lately, drowned in wet grey wool.
I'm painting my nails in
bright colors to claw through the grey.