Incommunicado

Ever have one of those days when you just plain don’t have anything to say? Days where your mind is on autopilot and you can barely muster a coherent thought? That was me yesterday. I just didn’t have anything to say.

I went to my parents’ house for laundry, as I do almost every Saturday. I watched some TV. I slept a lot. I tried to write (unsuccessfully), and I listened to music for a little while. Otherwise, nothing to report.

I must be on autopilot now as well…I just retyped the first paragraph–almost verbatim–right here. Derp.

Some cosplay finishing touches might get done today. Or they might not. I need to organize my part of the closet in our bedroom. There are clothes that don’t fit anymore or that I don’t ever wear or that I’ve forgotten that I own. There are also clothes I have that I don’t know what to do with. I mean, I wear them. I use them. I just don’t know where to put them.

I’m not sure if I’ll get any writing done. Maybe a few words here and there. Yesterday’s attempt gave me a couple hundred more words, but I still haven’t broken 18k. Such disappointment.

So, here’s my semi-daily ramble. Much was said, but nothing of worth. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be feeling more sage.