I am feeling bereft of excitement or interest in my life at the moment.
This happens. We all reach lulls in our lives.
I’m not feeling particularly creative at the moment. I have no great political insights or opinions to share. I’ve read some comic books recently, but I can’t be arsed to write about them.
As I said, this happens. I blame the sinus headache or the sneezes or the general dreariness that was Baltimore today.
But something of interest did happen today.
I started living in 2010. The Year We Make Contact.
Well, maybe not that last part.
I started writing copy for the January catalog today.
Secret word! Secret word!
Well, not today.
After watching 2001: A Who Odyssey for the fifteenth or sixteenth time today, after making a joke about 2010: The Year We Make Contact, I now feel like rereading 2010: Odyssey Two and 2061: Odyssey Three.
So maybe life isn’t as unexciting as I thought!