psychology

Okay so it's no lie. I've been sitting here reading advice blogs for about two days.

I feel much better for it. But I also feel sad because all these blogs are geared towards women.

I know I know, there are advice columns for men out there too, which I don't read, and maybe they give amazing advice about coming through sorrow, and living a life that is true to your values. Right next to reviews of the latest first-person shooter and a picture of a young woman wearing peacock feathers where her clothes should be.

So I am time-thefting at work to write this blog post.

Twitter is a much more convenient venue for stealing a moment to share something personal when I should be labouring for wages.

In any case, I didn't even arrive early because I was chasing the bunny around the back yard with a bowl of carrots trying to coax it out of the neighbours garden.

I am trying to write this post about how I think I am addicted to the internet.

And I think the server for my blog just crashed which is hilarious, and appropriate.

That was basically the internet coming up to me and saying, "Give me your keys, you're in no state to drive."

Well, then I will write this in a text-editor.

So, I don't know. This month has been a real interesting ride. I am not sure what's going on exactly, but it feels like seasonally fall is when I do my crazy life-altering psychic pattern shifts and I guess another one has been creeping up on me and I didn't realize and now I am deep in it.

Here is what's going on, without organization, and without structure, just like it's happening inside me.