and right now all I’m hearing is anger and frustration. I’m not really sure why, but I am just frustrated with life and its issues right now. And my SKIN is dry. Damn it!
I don’t have anything to write about right now except this feeling and I don’t like writing when I’m angry, but I thought I should let you know that I haven’t exactly dropped off the face of the earth, I’m just kind of living in my head right now. I can’t say I’m enjoying it a lot right now, but I just need to live through it, live through the next part of January, and see what happens.
As it happens, I’ve written a few short stories in my “real” journal that I will eventually put up here. Who knew pain and frustration and sadness is a gasoline for creative writing? I kind of did, but not to this extent. It’s gotten to the point that just talking to anybody makes me frustrated with them. It doesn’t matter what it’s about. I just don’t want to be around anyone.
I WOULD however like to go to the Toronto Poetry Slam tonight…. if I can muster up the energy/patience. We’ll see.
PS. If you haven’t checked out Cat Stevens, please do so.