Morning and you. And I. What a strange year. Strange day and minute right now. Suddenly all this virus stuff happened and I have hardly had to work for months.  A few challenging weeks, but I get my work done at home as fast as at the office, minus any time wasted on bullshit to fill in the gaps.

Doing all this writing – very sexual, which might be foolish and I worry about it.

This time in my life is so different than any other – I know there’s some great meaning to be found – I know it will leave me changed – change the course of my life. But I can’t find it yet.

I feel like I need to make use of this one never would have thought it could happen time – this is a pause in the game. I have a queen in my hand with a free chance to play her anywhere, and I haven’t a clue.  I’m not sure I care if I win anymore –  I’m not even sure if I’m still playing the game. I’m blogging a lot. I can’t find any higher purpose that motivates.

It is almost my birthday. Bought a new car. Every stimulus is here in the mix and I can’t assemble anything profound.

All l want to do is fuck to be blunt.  Yes, I know how empty and shallow it sounds, that’s the point of this post – my lackluster making of things.