Right now, I'm in one of my moods again.
Sometimes I think these of these moods of mine as periods of unusual clarity. Other times I think they're just crazy periods - where I outdo even myself.
Right now, I don't think this is a bad thing, this one thing that I can't write, or say, or show, or pantomime.
I think it's good, maybe even great.
It's a simple matter of acceptance, that's all.
No extrapolations. No predictions. None of that crap. Just acceptance.
It, quite simply, is.
Just fucking deal with it.
Understanding is irrelevant.
I had a really nice day, by the way. People were really nice to me today.