Confusion in a Heartbeat...
So, what if I think I found breadcrumbs? Do I make a stew? A slurry, do I just sit and watch them? What then? What do I do? Do I just take what I've found and think, "Now, I can rest. Now I can sit, and I can rest this burden, I can put down this self imposed penance?" I don't know.
I've been writing elsewhere, as you can probably tell, for the one or two (or none) of you that read this journal. Maybe, at some point, I'll direct you to the dreamwidth journal that it is, but I think, if you know me, you know my history, you could probably find it.
Still. It's 3:30 in the morning. I've spent the last three hours, wandering about the web, stretching out my celery shaped bat suit, doing the ninja thing, and putting pieces together. I just...I just wish that part of me wasn't screaming like an idiot about idiotic things.
I know I'm an idiot. Why does life have to remind me of this?