bitterwaitress

It’s been more than three months since the last post here, and even then it wasn’t by me? What the hell happened???

Did I go back to Los Angeles and sell the sitcom of my (professional) life? Did I find backing to open my own restaurant and foolishly think I could re-invent the wheel? Did I go back to school, to study photography, or something a little more viable than art history (which is pretty much anything)?

Nope, none of that went down. In fact, I can’t really tell you what happened. No, no protracted black-outs anymore (let’s keep it that way) and no, no coma. I’ve just been drifting. Sure, there are certain events that stand out during this time - getting a dog, the death of a friend - but I’ve been living this time with a state of mind, or consciousness, that really I cannot name. It’s somewhere between low-grade anxiety and denial. It leaves me motionless.