To blog or not to blog

Today I have no idea what to post about, I actually did not intend to post today. There is never really a shortage of topics or inspiration ; unfortunately when these topics/inspiration arrive, either quietly like that mouse in your pantry or shouting obscenities like that drunken lout, there is never pen and paper around to jot it down.

I have not cleared the hurdle of the emotional recession; but I think I am rounding a corner. One of my fellow sheep commented that my recession can be attributed to my addiction to my hallucinogen of choice; it was liken to high grade weed. You know the thing with being high is that you must come down off of it, but life without those momentary highs would be drab and melancholic. So I guess it is a simple preference to be high and try as much as possible to stay high. Perhaps the unwanted side effects of the high would be the blackening of my soul like the gums of those chronic chronic smokers; and an inner emptiness that can be seen on the outside.

Or, perhaps I will be able to manage the addiction, curb it, and eventually all together have no need for it. Psychobabblers may call my affliction dependency; but I guess we have all earned the right to some neurosis, we are human after all.

If neurosis be the food of life, welcome to the asylum.