I Don’t Want to Talk About It
Often, I face the problem of having too much to say and no time to say it. Sometimes, I have five million thoughts swirling around my head at a given time and I feel that I want to share them all with you. I make lists and write long, choppy posts about my life.
Tonight, however, is different. I don’t know how to explain it, but tonight I don’t want to talk. I’m tired. I’m completely drained. It’s not yet 9:30 and I am moments from crawling into my comfy bed, curling up under my down comforter, and squirming into just the right position and falling blissfully into oblivion.
You might ask why I’m bothering to write at all on such an occasion. Why, if I’m so tired and feel so disinclined to write, am I posting anything? Because I don’t know when I will next feel inclined to post and I’d hate for you to think I was abandoning you, dear reader.
Perhaps, in a few days, I’ll be prepared to write about the end of my first show, the final love scene of a movie I enjoy, the problem with brownies and so on. In the meantime, know that I’m here thinking about you, though I may be absent for a while.