Wrong

I do not know what is wrong. But something is really pissing me off.

I have not felt like writing on this or any other blog, that my name is attached to. Hell, I won't even use IM, right now. The mere thought of any type of comminucation is difficult. And the phone, I am so sick of talking to people on the phone.

I am more of a "hands on" talker. You know, person to person without technological interference. I want to see into someone's eyes, when I talk to them.

What else? Work? - fine. Same old shit you'd expect when you return from vacation. Social life? - fine. Personal life? - so-so. Some days better than others.

Perhaps there is another poem coming. An angry, pent up poem. Probably. Check ruminations, maybe something new will show up.