Blogging is crap. So is rollerblading. 

I hate the internet.

Its true. I haven’t written here for months. I’m not sure why.

I do this, apparently.

I think I am a bear.

A girl, a neighbor of mine in Austria, referred to me as a “lazy bear.” That always stuck with me. Then: Cute Affectation. Now: Zoology. We often are compared to animals, or (shudder) are asked to compare ourselves to animals. I have never been able to answer this question: “What animal do you resemble most in the animal kingdom? No Idea. I don’t even know what animal I’d like to be. Shark, maybe. The more I think about it, or me, for that matter, the notion that I am ursine: I come out when the weather is nice, fatten myself up, frolic, fornicate, stuff myself on Springy goodness then go into a deep sleep in my cave when things start turning shitty outside–may be right on.

I’d love it if my hibernations were some period of deep reflection, where at the end I am able to propel some kind of action saged in meditative wisdom….but mostly this time is spent with me watching TV, getting drunk, and finding new ways to distract myself. 

I am excellent at distraction. This entry here is a distraction. I started out today with the intent of working on a short story. Because that’s my new thing, writing short stories.  I’ve never finished a short story in my life. 

Fine.