Stasis.

I've been trying to figure out why I don't have anything to say anymore.  I used to turn insignificant life shit into wild, flourishing stories.  (Not so much on this site, but another one.)  I think it's just that life slowed down, err, not exactly slowed down, but is definitely less hectic.  I've got a normal nine-to-fiver (well, a 2230-0730er), a husband, bills, a house, et cetera, et cetera....  And all this means that I don't spend a lot of time trying to dissect every little bit of my life and thought processes because it all works, more or less.  And if it works, why should I poke at it until it's an open, pus-oozing wound?  I'm working on not turning my life into open, pus-oozing wounds.  It's going okay, thus far.

However, this is not an inactive stasis.  I've put all my over-analytic thinking energy into coming up with ideas for future business ventures.  I'm not going to be in WV forever.  I'm too restless to do x-rays forever.  I like to write probable-socially-unacceptable poetry.  I like to pretend that I can play musical instruments well.  I like to write stories that have no endings....maybe I'll put out a collection of short stories that are left open-ended.  What do you want to happen?  Are you in a good mood?  Then they all lived happily ever after.  Are you pissed the fuck off?  Then they all died in a terrible grocery store hold up gone horribly wrong.  Are you sad?  Then make the ending make you happy.

But, seriously, back to the future business ventures.  A bar.  Where people go.  To drink.  And stuff.  The drinking will be grade A, but the 'and stuff' will be lovely.  Music, comedy, poetry, parties, discussions....the possibilities are endless.  (But, did you know business plans are extremely fun until you have to do the graphs?  This is true.)  I can't contain all of the thoughts in my head at the moment; they're all spilling out all over the place.  I'm talking to almost everyone about them whenever I can.  Jason's obviously going to be the other half of this adventure.  It means that I'm going to have someone to help with the shit I'm terrible at.  That's pretty much our relationship--I have 'let's do this and this and this and add more colors, MORE COLORS, and OMG did you see that? let's add some of that too, this is awesome, uncontrolledideavomitGO!'  That's what I bring to the table.  And he helps me sort through everything and make it more concentrated and wonderful.  It's why we're so good together.  Plus, the love thing.

The Mountain Goats' new album, All Eternals Deck, is my new jam.  Please get at that shit.  Also, the new Frank Turner album comes out in June.  WHY CAN'T JUNE BE HERE NOW?  Look up "I Am Disappeared" and "Peggy Sang the Blues" on YouTube.  I'm currently too lazy to link you.  Do it yourself, two readers.

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P.S. I realized I still do have a lot of things to say.  Thanks.