A Grey Area

Today has just been bad. Work, then home, and probably drinking alone. Writing, too.

I would go into details, but I doubt I could actually manage it without bitching needlessly. Let's just say all week long the universe has been gently nudging me away from being too terribly social, and today it finally took a great big hammer and started beating me over the head. So this weekend, alone as I can possibly make myself. I'm going to hermitize for a bit. I'm done.

Despite that, things are relatively good. I'm fighting with myself a lot about all kinds of things (the desire for acceptance vs. the acceptance of reality, meat vs. vegetable, reaching out vs. recharging, etc.) so inwardly I'm a bit of a wreck even though my situation is fine, more or less. The holidays are here and after I work things out I'm looking forward to spending time with friends...this is another word that needs a clear definition. Hmm.

There's a lot of other stuff on my mind, but I'm saving that for a more organized form than just brain dumpage.