I'm going through a weird "life crisis" thing that I really need to deal with. In order to do that I am ridding myself of much of the Internet world, limiting myself to writing this blog and recording vlog updates on YouTube, whut I will post here. I've been dealing with stress and weirdness since my mother's death in February, feeling like a lost soul and all of that crap. I think it has made me really sick mentally and emotionally, and I'm feeling weird up ye ass. Not exactly certain of what I need to do, but one thing I know I need is quiet isolation from the world. For the past month the only thing I want to do, that I enjoy, is sitting in my wonderful living room and reading, drinking in ye classics of World Literature. Dante, Milton, Shakespeare, the Scriptures, classic poetry -- they feed my soul and calm my mind. Literature saves my life, saves me from myself. One huge disappointment has been my inability, for almoft a month now, to write. I had convinced myself, after returning from Providence, that I was now able to write easily, to write lots of new stuff. It lasted for a few weeks, and then it died.
Anyway, I need to rest and heal. I need to find myself once more on the path called Life. I mean to do so, if it kills me.