Something wicked this way comes....

I'm having another one of those nights where I simply cannot take a single theme or thought, grab it, and bend it to my will. I'm not used to this, to be honest. I'm used to being a fairly articulate (if vulgar) individual who can bend words to his will with relative ease. Tonight I'm grasping at straws, trying to take even a single concept and make it into something that I can expound upon, rant about or just in general harp on.

So... a brief recap of the last few weeks. The journal went on hiatus because of a misunderstanding between myself and somebody very, very important to me. We each had knee-jerk reactions, which fueled further knee-jerk reactions. I took my journal on hiatus, then took it entirely offline until we had a chance to reconcile. Yes, I was a jerk, I admit it. I overreacted. You'd never expect that from me, right? No, it's certainly not conceivable. *snickers faintly*

( There's lots more on my mind, and even more that's happened to me. )