if absence makes the heart grow fonder, i should be hopelessly in love with my own mind right now. oh, it’s worse than even that sentence, this is.
it’s been a focus-free existence for the past … however long, who remembers these things? weeks, perhaps a month or two. prior to this, focus was difficult but possible in a pinch (actually, the pinch is pretty much required); now life is this huge batch of pinches, and focus? what?
i’ve made pledges and promises and vows, i’ve resolved, i’ve been determined, i’ve spoken of it, as in, this is. and yet? nothing yet. but i tell you what, this really is it. this here. is. it. i mean it.
i must admit i’m somewhat concerned by the fact i’m sitting here still nattering on about it instead. of what? you know, i’m not sure. i’m sure whatever it is, or rather whatever they are, that they are absolutely essential, not to mention required, compulsory, and unavoidable. and urgent! whatever. i’ll get to it. them. you know.
you know, and then you don’t know, you know?