So, uh, heart-to-heart time? Or heart-to-disinterested-back. It's okay. I'm used to neglect.
Between the abject failure of my monthly musing effort and the endless tumult of the breathing world, I've sunk into something of a funk. Not like one of those cool, afro-laden funks. No, one of the one's where I feel useless and frustrated and... anway. No big deal, but I might be taking a break from writing. It's, I don't know, a malaise, they pass, but it might, maybe
knock me out for a bit. Don't get your hopes up. We'll find out next week.
Lovely word, malaise.
Take it easy kids.
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