i_miss_blather flux it bothers me that i never have anything to write anymore. maybe i'm using all of my creative energy programming. that doesn't make much sense, though. a friend remarked recently that she only writes when she's depressed. that makes some sense. but i still want to write. that's the funny thing. 060510 ... flux no, i guess i do only write when i'm depressed. or maybe just lonely. it's the "i need to talk to someone but i don't really trust the judgment of my friends" thing to do. notably, my blathing peaks around wintertimes. or maybe that's just the depression. too little sun. hm. where's that moon.. 061202 ... now_now during the fits of life that grab and lead you by the nape of the neck, blather goes by my wayside. to stumble across the cinnamon pages, unexpectledly, during times of close lipped happiness & bouts of love is to greet an old friend & share happy tidings. 090304 ... now_now and am making up for it all today, apparently 100608 what's it to you? who go blather from