I know I've been neglecting the blog these past few days. It isn't as though I'm dealing with a dearth of material. There was a Motley Fool article last week that I intended to write about, and TFA sent me a nifty budget worksheet so I can begin planning my financial life for the next two years. I ought to be churning out posts by the dozens.
Instead, I'm struggling to find motivation. I've been crumbling a lot lately, getting weird and weepy and generally not coping with life as I should. There's a lot of crud going on, and I just don't know how to deal with it. Talking with certain people, like my brother or my friend S., provides surcease, but at the end of each day I'm left utterly alone with my darkest thoughts.
This will get better. I've been here often enough that I can semi-convincingly tell myself that the gloom will someday lift if I will only push on through life's routines for as many days, weeks, or months that this lasts this time. In a day or two, I'll force myself to start sorting out my finances, and there should be plenty of dull posts, but tonight I'm finding it very hard to care about the future.