Eh

I'm not feelin' so great. I've had to review my finances to track which credit cards I used (and can't afford to) to apply to which schools. I am struggling on that front. I've reacted poorly to the balmy weather, and my brother keeps making vaguely racist statements that he feels he can get away with because he's edgy and lives on the west coast or something. And I can't write. I just can't. My mind is a blank slate, I've been lulled into indifference. Someone once told me the writers in France would celebrate when one of their peers contracted the syph because it meant soon their mind would be open to avenues they couldn't acquire on their own. Maybe that's what I need to do. I'll let that stew in my mind-grapes for a while.