I’ve never felt less like writing yet more…..bloated with words. My son turned three. I wrote him half a letter, and there are pictures which, I promise, will make it to the blog. Other things are happening, and our family is in a continual state of just vibrating crisis right now.
I’m tired of trying to nail down the cause of it all, or causes of it all, and I’ve taken to stating loudly the simple phrase “FUCK! I AM IN PAIN!” But that doesn’t seem to change anything.
I think perhaps I’m at at point where it’s just not funny anymore and I’m not interested in trying to make it funny. We’re on a precipice and I’m the only one who seems to notice.
But I do have some funny bits about sniper rifles and handgun training I got from a famous iternet video star. If I’m ever able to write again, boom. Insta-blog entries.
Lots of love from here, Summer. I look forward to reading your blog – funny or not.
thanks, faithful April. I have a race report in me. I raced yesterday. At least I have that!