I've been somewhat caught up in... something... recently, I think, which is making my thoughts more of a blur, that is, less urgent and obsessive. I think it makes for worse writing, but probably for better day-to-day. Although the day-to-day hasn't been great--better, but not great. I'm going to try to take a ballet class in the spring. I want that structure and control. It's been a while--six years? Seven? I (in the true spirit of futility) want to repeat the past and to do it better this time.