I am in a very, very grouchy mood, myself.

Which is not to say you are grouchy.

I would not define your mood in that way.

Just that I, too, am not in complete and utter union with all -that-is-flowing-thru-me mode.

Rather, I am rather cranky and counting the minutes till I can camp for the night on the couch and watch Brotherhood and any other all-encompasing drama I can find.

At times like this I often yearn for my own “Cynzim,” because I am very nurturing to others when they are in this mode.

But alas, since I am split from myself only in my cross-purposed crankiness, I can wait for only myself to turn and meet me in all my dank and cankered glory.

Then, I guess, I’ll be all “union with all that-is-flowing-thru-me mode” and I won’t need my own personal separate from me Cynzim, anymore.

In the meantime, hope your writing flow soon reaches that unavoidable overflow, forcing the words to pour out thru the natural openings we sometimes call cracks.

Ah… life. So annoying. So sublime.

With support,

Cynzim