I had a lttle thgought stream of revelations just now, and I was almost happy. The blog is about how strange it is detect that you are not registering preference today. You exist blqnky on a day off and any thought is presented withe ethe same enthuesiasm a teenager might show when pretenbding to care about what youre saying.

I can’t decide.

Anything. Both sides of the yes or no question are like a solid bland. I think about doing X and I can fgind no joy there. I think about doing Y and I can find no joy there.

I stop looking, with the understanding that all my channels are down and I’m just remembering what I expect those activities will be like today.

8 more hours of this. Even blogging isn’t giving me joy and I may stop before I feel bad about all b loggimng.

Oh I’m a bloggerjack and I’m ok.  from blogging. Long leap. But it did trigger a good memory of theb time I sand that on stage.

Good story. Aske me about it when I’m not going tgo ruin it by forgetting all the emotion that makes it a great story.

A story without emotioon is l;ike … like nothing you’d remember anyway.

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Thtee times I was premature how fine is your detection of preference. Not healthy