Guess those hormones are really hard to flush out one's system....
I hate wallowing in self-pity, I hate drowning myself in sorrow: I't ain't cool, it sucks--but somehow I find the idea very appealing....
And even though I'm up to my neck in melodramatic seawater, I don't have the energy or will power to write....
Oh well, some other day maybe....
-Robert
P.S.
My eyes hurt, my body aches, but most importantly, my head is flying off somewhere.
Maybe I can write again when it comes back...
If it can find me that is...