I've had better
weekends.
My grandfather died last week, and his funeral was on Friday. This explains many things, including my return to Montana three days after coming home to Washington, how far behind I am in work, and that I haven't noded in about a week.
Strange, actually. Normally, depression encourages my noding ... I have come to realize that I node better when depressed, as sad as that is. But, in this case, I just didn't feel like it. I even came to Everything twice while I was in Montana (a somewhat frustrating activity, in any case - my parents' modem is sooooo slow), but I just had nothing to say.
I don't like it when I run out of words. Words are really all that I have going for me most of the time ... what if they desert me, too?