rejectomorph

Here everything's working again, and my brain goes blank. It's the great mental outage of 2005. This may be due in part to its lack of exercise for the last two days, and also the sensory overload of catching up with everything on the better clusters (curse the Madcow! Now we have conclusive proof that those whom Brad hates, he puts on Madcow cluster!) But my blankness might also have something to do with the fact that the weather is utterly unmemorable. The same old clouds that have hung around for what already seems like an entire season have made the night opaque, and the persistent chill and damp have not left the air. I need variety for stimulation. In lieu of variety, I suppose I could use porn, but I'd rather have the variety. I think I'll emulate the cat, and just start sleeping 16 hours a day.

PTSD?

It's the great mental outage of 2005.