when nothing's sacred
Been feeling a bit empty this morning. Kind of devoid of all that's important. I know it's the sleep loss talking but I still can't help but feel that something critical is missing from my life. Maybe it's that 'unique and mysterious' etheriality that The Rules talks about. Maybe it's love or passion or imagniation. Maybe it's just sleep. Meh.

When I think of what defines me, I've started to think of this weblog. Not as 'it' but as an aspect because I put so much into it, and keep so little from people. The definition of what it and I become has changed since it became much les of a personal outlet and much more of a spectacle- the Journal that mutated from symbiont to parasite and grew out of control. I have to admit, part of me is flattered by the attention to my exhibitionism but the part of me that doesn't want to be defined by what I choose to write is slowly growing. Maybe it's time to put a lock on this door and open another one.

If I run, will you try and find me?