a whole week has passed...

...and where have I been? I feel as though I'm in the exact same place a week ago, and time must have just whirled right by me. The way I visualize this in my head is this: imagine being on a train, or the BART, or whatever, and then everything on both sides of you is whooshing by outside of your little compartment, since you're moving much faster than the stationery surroundings. Imagine feeling the breeze as you move by everything, as everything moves by you, as though there was nothing separating inside from outside. Now take that feeling and reverse it - you aren't moving past everything, but instead you are the stationery object in the whole picture. The whooshing breeze is still there, accompanying the blur of time passing by all around you.

Is 'inertness' a word? I'm sure it is, I just thought it.

As I reread what I just wrote, it may seem like I'm in a depressed mood or something. I'm actually not in a bad mood - depressed maybe, but I am not letting it affect my mood right now. I'm doing better today than I have a lot of recent days. And, I'm going to LA tomorrow. Score!