Hi again, Internet! I'm happy to report that I'm writing in better spirits this time around. For those of you (if any) who read my last post, please allow me to apologize for the emo train wreck that it was. Journaling while I'm depressed is an unconscionable transgression of good sense; I've decided there's no point in sharing my psychological tailings with the world. I'm going to wipe the slate clean, as it were, and begin again. However, I think this time, I'm going to use this blog for a more productive public purpose: rather than airing my dirty laundry for all the world to see (and mostly, to ignore), I'm going to try to use this blog page as a place to display my fiction. That's right--The Purgatory Bulletins is being revamped!
So I suppose I'll update when I can, hopefully at least once a week. There may not be very much in the way fully realized stories for a little while, but that's only because I want to make sure that the material I post here is as polished as possible. I'd like to be able to display this blog proudly, without overburdening my readers with bouts of self-loathing.
That's about all I have to say for now. It's 3:45 in the morning, and I'm trying desperately to get to sleep. Of all the problems I have, insomnia seems to be the one most difficult to shake. Sometimes, I think it's my fate to lie awake through nights without number, trying fruitlessly to make my brain shut off. Something's definitely off with my circadian rhythms. Perhaps I'll take my hypothalamus into the shop and have it swapped for one that isn't a complete piece of shit. (They can do that now, right?) Or maybe I'll just taking a sleeping pill.
In any case, goodnight--even if you can't get to sleep.