elanya

So, yesterday (was it yesterday? I have no since of time), I wrote that huge rambling post about how I am unsatisfied, generally, with my current state of affairs.

Joel read it, presumably. I figured that he would. So, anyway. He says to me that 'at some point we ned to talk' Which, I agree with. Obviously, we do.

But it doesn't really feel that way today. Maybe it is because I've done things I liked, and things that made me feel more accomplished. I wrote a (good, I think) cover letter, with help from longpig. I did some IC. I touched up my resume. I went to dance class.

Where did the angst go? Away, I guess. Maybe it is hiding beneath the surface, waiting to build up into another huge rant. Maybe it has been absorbed into the giant bubble of apathy that comes along every ones and awhile and consumes all of my emotions (I'm exaggerating, fear not). maybe it has been suppressed by all the sugar I've been eating.... a bag of cinnamon hearts, rejected by valentines day lovers, purchased after its target date, sits too conveniently within hands reach.

I don't feel good, I just kind of feel bland. Normal. I feel... Meeeeeedium Chicken. We all know what happened to him, though.

So, what does the future hold? Tune In Tomorrow, I suppose.