in a sort of academia-induced hibernation, I have turned off almost all extraneous interests and functions to leave more room for the essentials of the Test.
6 weeks 6 weeks 6 weeks
On February 6th i can have my brain back. I wonder how long it will take to excavate the neural pathways that allow me to experience creative fiction? A month ago I realize I have become so narrow and uncreative that I can no longer even focus on a short story.
Sometimes I look at myself and wonder how I got here. I am turning thirty on Saturday and I'm not sure this is who I wanted to be. Then I file those thoughts away for post-Test introspection.
This year I can't find the poetry in Christmas.
11:46 a.m. - 2009-12-24
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