I haven't been writing for a while, and my brain has built up a layer of snot that the ideas can't quite break through.

I have been playing Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo almost incessantly. I imitate the Japanese taunts and shouts that the characters spout. I've been reading a lot of books. More Margaret Atwood, and a recommendation from the boyfriend - Good Omens. I've mellowed out some since the new medication - Depakote ER. I am not upset by this, but I could do without the brain snot.

Sometimes I feel like I have lost the me I used to be. The flights of fancy, the fits of misunderstanding, the fascination with the color of a flower or dragonfly wings. Iridescence is lost on me lately, drowned in wet grey wool.

I'm painting my nails in bright colors to claw through the grey.