It's been pretty quiet here. Things have happened, but I just haven't felt compelled to write in a very long time. I've just found it very hard to be creative when it has become very necessary to become a warm, living sofa statue for a few hours before going comatose. It's been like this for a long time, and I'm not sure if it's going to change anytime soon.

[For those of you not interested in navel-gazing, stop reading now]

I'm not sure if this dead period can be tied down to one specific reason. I believe that it's more a confluence of things conspiring against me. Work has been near-Sisyphean. I've totally fallen off the stay in shape bandwagon, having cancelled my unused health club membership. I even think the shorter days have had an effect: even though us cube prairie dogs don't get much outside time, not getting that one or two bright hours after work seems to be a real downer.

If I had to concisely say what I think is wrong, I would say "rut". Although I have grand visions and some intermediate term plans on where I want to be in future, I don't feel like making any headway towards them. I guess I need something more immediate and/or tangible to give me that little bit of hope to make it through.

I know this is all pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but I felt it would be good to get something out there to explain the silence, even if all it is is a vague "pity me" whine entry.

Anyway, hopefully I'll have more interesting posts in the future.