message in a bottle

I am, apparently, talking to myself in an empty room. not that it's ever really been any different-- but I had such high hopes for comment functionality. I thought, ah, NOW I'll really get a sense of whether I'm making any contact out there...

newsflash: I'm not making any contact.

which is fine, really.

lately I find I'm lying about everything. I'll say I'm not disappointed when precisely the opposite is true. I'll say I'm doing fine, when I'm sleeping about four hours a night and grinding my teeth down. getting crowns installed sucks, by the way.

hello, echoey hall of mirrors. wakey wakey. I'll make my own reflections shimmy yet.