Along with this whole depression thing, I feel dried out. I have trouble thinking things, and sometime I just sit there with my mind blank, because I don’t know what to think about. I have to think about what I want to think about. That’s weird, and as far as I know that’s not how it normally works.
I’m even having trouble ranting. Ranting to myself. I dwell on things too long.
I want to talk to Bob Dylan. Why?
well…
Why not?
