bleh.

Call it the weather... the state of the nation... the mess in my house, the fact that so many people lost their houses...

I have the blehs. Not the blues, that might actually feel like something. This feels like nothing.

I feel numb, lost.

I don't care that I am signing a contract with my art consultant, or that I may take a different direction with my graduate work. This is just one of those times that nothing means much. Call it overload or the medicine I am now taking in round 60 of "I am Laura's uterus--and I suck".

Perhaps this would be a good day to blow off my studies and work on the quilt squares that I promised. Yes, I think that might be a good thing. Step 12: get out of myself and do something for another person.