It is so bizarre to me that I have nothing to say right now and haven't for a few days. There are things that I could talk about that are somewhat on my mind, but I am not sure that I want to share them, and that's even more bizarre. For me to want to stay quiet and hoard my thoughts and feelings is rare. There isn't anything wrong, I am not feeling overly passionate about anything, and I am not even upset about being kind of stale and stagnant right now. I am smiling, content, and not really about anything in particular. For someone who rides highs and lows nearly every week, this is an odd feeling. I feel like I could sit down with someone and not say a word. I would actually not have anything to say this week, except the following....
Where the hell is that Malaysian plane and how can one hour from a time change make me so tired?
I don't have answers to either. I guess it's consuming me.
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