So I Wrote, and I don't really want to Write anything else, or any more, but I also know that when I tell myself I'll get to it later in the work week (rather than on the weekend) I don't seem to either make the time or have the energy so I feel like I should make the effort while I have a little bit of time and the tiniest amount of energy but you guys?  The stuff I wrote down to write about, I don't feel like writing about!  Which means I don't feel like I have anything to say.  Which isn't true, but nothing feels interesting enough to talk about and I don't have the energy this minute to write about the stuff I was interested in writing about!

I mean, I could tell you about the granola I tried and how I wonder if it's healthy or just pretending to be healthy, or about the fact that my fuzzy socks keep turning around (as in the heel part turns itself around to the top of my foot and like WHY!) when I wear them to be cozy at night on my couch.  

I could tell you about how right now I'm lying on my couch looking up at the sky out my window and the clouds are moving very slowly and sometimes it makes me feel like the earth is moving (because I know logically it IS) and the clouds are stationary?  (You know?)

Maybe I could tell you about the drops of rain - the raindrops that have stationed themselves at the base of my window even though all the others have dried up or rolled away?  Or about the cherry trees who have turned their blossoms into leaves and the strange ugly stage that is that in-between time they go through in doing so.

So I suppose there is a lot to talk about, it's just a matter of letting my brain relax enough to go there and not caring so much about what anyone might think outside of my own thinking about it.