Absence

I believe I was out all night and did't arrive back here until after sunrise, but the absence of exploding literary diarrhea, no less entries (then again, definitely less entries), s indicative of one of two things (among many other things, but one of two big things, though occasional both... what?). Start again. Either I am happily distracted with so much love and fun activity that there's no time to write... or I am hustling distraction by work that leaves no time to write... or I am sadly despressed or distressed and distracted by inner turmoil so there's no clarify or literary cohesion in the cranial capacitators leaving motivation and creativity waning in a barren dessert without hope or folly.

Right, you choose.

Narf :)