A Thundrous 'Meh' Across the Land...

I find myself wondering if I should just can this thing. I don't have anything to say anymore. What there is in my head, I feel I have to play insanely close to my chest to keep my family from burning me at the stake. And it's not like anyone really wants to read rants about the toxicity of religion and American pop culture, at least not ones they could get better elsewhere.

Angela's home, and she's actually somewhat sane. How sane, only time will tell, but at least she's hit the ground running rather than spinning her wheels in a "whaddoIdonow" tizzy.

Starting a four-week class on Japanese cooking on Thursday night. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don't know anymore. I just don't know if I'm really willing to enjoy anything these days, there's so much emotional crap piled on me that I don't care enough to dislodge. Still, I haven't talked myself into withdrawing and getting my money back, and I doubt I'll manage that in time. So, I'll go and see if I can pretend to be someone else for a couple hours.

The weather seems to be custom-ordered for my mood. It's dreary and cold at night, and dismal and meltish during the day.

Bleh.