postcards from the edge

sometimes it’s really hard to write when the thing that’s playing biggest (TPoIWCS) on your mind is the one thing that you really cannot, should not write about. such self-censoring seems to clog up all the other things that you could still say, leaving you utterly pointless and emotionally constipated. it sorta sucks a giant fatty, no? soon, i am sure, things will get better and then there will be no need for censorship and that will be a glorious and happy day for the internet’s sweetheart.

in other news, i am really quite tired. i didn’t sleep well last week and i think it’s still sort of wrecking havoc on my system. lucky for me i have big plans of doing laundry and napping on today’s agenda, and at this point the laundry is looking a bit iffy. the nap though, that’s a shoo-in for the definitely gonna happen list.

i figure i’m gonna need all the naps i can get, just to face this week. it’s going to be long and emotionally something else. . . what with the election on tuesday, the dentist on wednesday, class thursday and then paul westerberg fridaysaturdayandsunday. . . my stomach starts to shake a little just thinking about it all.

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1 Comment

  1. Damon 31.Oct.04 at 10:53 pm

    I’ve noticed as well that the self-censoring seems to cause a logjam of thoughts which non-related thoughts have a hard time passing by.
    I finally came up with a solution, tho. I write about the self-censored issue and just leave it in “Draft” mode. I consider that eventually, some day in the future, it may be possible to publish all of the previous thoughts I had on the subject. I end up still getting the thoughts out, written down, letting my other thoughts come forward unhindered.