Things are sort of overwhelming right now, and as I sit and try to write, I can't think of anything clever or cute. I don't want to write about the overwhelming things because for the most part they aren't about me. It's not my story to tell, and in an atypical act of discretion I'm not going to tell it.
I have been thinking about writing stuff. I've been playing with ideas, but I can't really get over the part about killing off people who irritate me to come up with an actual story. I'm thinking that I may just need to write something every day and see what comes of it.
I am in such an overwhelmingly crappy mood, I think I might as well dive into the plastic bags that represent a year's worth of records for a store that has just closed. Wish me well, and I'll try to think of something uplifting, clever, or at least mildly amusing to post later on.