this blog thing is so much more difficult when i have a lot of thoughts swimming circles around in my brain. i may need to check if my thoughts have some sort of leg cramp. they really should be moving around in a more linear direction. anyway, i shall continue on as if i had never spoken. every time i try to write something down, i instead start quoting myself. i’m really not so vain to think that i am that quotable, but there it is. perhaps my psyche is more vain than my self-esteem would care to admit. “my mind is a mess, all chaos and stress.” see, there i go again. “i cannot see the vodka for the drink.” i am my own worst nitemare. and i don’t even drink vodka, so what’s that about? who knows. sometimes i wonder if i have multiple personalities, but then i tell myself that i don’t and we all sit down to play a nice game of gin rummy.
and so, i’m sitting here trying to decide where my priorities lie and if they are lying to me.