I don't know quite how to begin. The beginning is a delicate time.
Anyway, this is in lieu of several emails to a bunch of you that I may or may not write when I have more than a few minutes 'fore work to write them. I've dropped right out, some ways, and I need to keep those plates in the air.
(Sometimes you're all plates on sticks. That's a secret)
I'm...troubled. No other word for it.
That's not true, there's other words for everything. But I am troubled, and for no good reason. Which is doubly troubling, as it doesn't really suggest a solution to my problem. But I've nailed it down, I'm pulling its wings off. I think I'll be fine-just bear with me.
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Better double trouble than triple travails.
Silly punning aside, I hope Angst unfurrows its brow and yours too.
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