So this is what oblivion feels like.

I am an idiot sometimes. It's been a damn long time since I've been a newbie at anything, and I feel the cold winds of Everything2 draining my will to node.

Today I'm critiquing a friend's poetry collection (which is to say her collection of work to date). After two nukings in a row, I don't exactly feel like I'm doing the world a favor by writing anything. Later, I'm planning on sorting books from my collection to give away as presents, since I don't really have money for anything new.

Time to find out if you can have negative experience.

Update - Some people are real quick on the draw in blasting the newbies today, it seems. Fair enough.