Today was reasonably productive. I finally responded to the pile of email which had accumulated in my in-box. Of most note was my reply to a good friend which got "interesting". A brief snippet…

I'm sorry, I find it hard to write deep and meaningfully for long periods at a time, I want to be silly and care-free when I can, because I've already had a lifetime of introspection already. Fluff comforts me, it gives me hope that I can escape the quiet time I so often have to sift through and analyze my own thoughts from a hundred different angles until the original thought is irrelevant and forgotten in the trail of chasing around the misty forests of my mind… everything is familiar and yet always different… *sigh* and what the hell do I mean now? Who knows… the dog has stopped chasing the tennis ball and is chasing its own tail instead.

I think I need to spend more time talking with people who live in the "real world"… it's often a rare commodity where I seem to be…