Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

I'm not sure what I'm doing on here.

Not just because of the time frame.  I mean, that's an awkward silence in and of itself.  Hi, remember me?  Yeah, me neither.

I've moved.  It's been so long since I've written here I'm not sure if I wrote that I was going to.  But I have.  And here I am.  In a new home, in a new state, a new decade, and newly unemployed.  I've picked up some new habits, dropped some old ones.  It's like a whole new me.

And honestly?  I kind of hate that bitch.

It's almost like I'm back to my post-divorce life and mental state.  Everything up in the air, forging new boundaries, making a new path.  I did it before, I know I can do it again.

But....why?  To what purpose?  What was wrong with the way things were?  Why did I all of a sudden have this overwhelming need to make drastic changes?

The insomnia is back.  Clearly.

I feel like when I posted before, it was because things happened in my life.  That I actually had one of those.  Topics from life's little cherries or apples or lemons or whatever the hell fruit makes you happy.  Now?  Well...who honestly wants to hear me ramble on and on about the *AWESOME* time I made in that game of Solitaire this afternoon?

Not.  Even.  Me.

So maybe this is me trying to pick my world back up.  Create my own reality horseshit.  Fake it 'til you make it.

Meh.  I should have written about running.