MY NOT-SO-THOUGHTFUL REFLECTION

If a normal individual can write out pertinent and viable information in one sentence, it would take me two. Two paragraphs, that is. I have never faced a lack of verbosity. I enjoy the utilization of words, the power they provide me with, and how ingeniously they hide my lack of contemporary thought. Not contemporary- perhaps enterprising is the adjective I am searching for.
The fact of the matter is simply that I cannot write a phrase out without concocting a more intrepid, vastly unnecessary, stream of babble to stand in false place for the things I will not possibly have hopes of devising in my mundane span of living.
Perhaps that is why I have evaded the use of this thing in previous months. It would seem merely a matter of exercising useless phrases, moreso than speaking to actual experience or legitimate livelihood.

I am incredibly ready to be, once again, without my computer and full of worthwhile vitality.

DECEMBER POST.

Surgery, the fall term, and life as I know it is...
OVER. Done with. Finished.
I have never had this many individual moments to myself, full and bursting with reflection, snoring, and lifting my arms no higher than my chin.
Life, as I have obviously learned by now, is infinitely strange.

If my computer finds itself in repair, I might have more writing capability, but time and budgetary restrictions will be the teller of such fates.

I have missed writing. Perhaps it has missed me. We'll have to reunite. Perhaps when I am less medicated.