Not sure why blogging has felt totally unnecessary and bothersome lately. I think I was just really stressed and busy, and then was traveling. Also had to write for the money.
But today I blog because on social media everyone is upset about the loss of a vibrant writing culture online since blogs died and corporations started to buy up the fun small sites. Little do these people know, about 7 kids between bk and chinatown are having the times of their lives with this legacy format.
Anyway, I am either getting my period or having a bit of post partum depression after the play or feeling antsy without any urgent and massive undertaking to fret over. Maybe all of these.
The worst thing about the play is that I can't go back to focusing on regular work as though it matters at all to me. This is also the problem with sort-of-maybe-having gotten a deal for a movie. More of this, my brain says. Less of that.
I have to go to central park to see some augmented reality bullshit and I'd rather die. I like getting to go to the park but it's cold out and I'd rather read and sit on a bench than look at some art thing.
Also feel like a lot of people are asking me to hang out, friends I don't get to see like every day or whatever, but I don't really feel like it. Every social interaction I've had since being back, I've really failed to bring anything to the table. I feel like I've got nothing to say. So, it's nothing against these friends. I just feel like lying in bed and daydreaming.
