I must confess that blogging is at times therapeutic. And hopefully this will be one of them. In cases where you can't spill your guts to your best friend, or significant other. You do it anonymously, schlepp it on the web for everyone to see. My mother used to tell me that one should not hang dirty laundry out for everyone to see. But if no one knows who the dirty laundry belongs to, then what does it really matter?
But today, today... I just can't. There's just so much going on in my head now that I don't even know where to begin. At times I don't even feel like I want to begin. Too much to sort out. Wish I could simply box things up and put them in storage. To be viewed later. Maybe never.
And the weather is playing to my mood. Gloomy, foggy, wet. Perfect for moping. I think I want to go running. I know I'll feel better. Forget the cold too.