quiet

for the first time in perhaps a year and a half, i have very little to say. there is nothing particularly wrong, i am a bit sick, but it's really nothing but a cold. i don't have anything funny to report, no stories of tragedy, no endless musings to share. i can't muster up the energy to talk politics or social woes, or even kid stories. i am simply out of words.

i expect it will change, maybe even soon. but as i sit here now and have sat here earlier, eyes squinting at the screen i come up empty. i expect it to pass, i am sure it's a phase. but it's odd, this lack of words thing. i am somehow at a loss.

and on top of it my reader is fuckered up. my computer crashes every time i access it, i can't see your new posts and can only find you by my extremely outdated blogroll or by following your comments. and even then i feel silent. i am watching and yet not speaking. it's an interesting feeling, this way i feel. out of character, one might say. and yet it's sitting here with me and so perhaps i should honor it.

i'll most certainly be back as soon as i've got something to say.