Sunday:
Sunday, January 30th, 2000The things in my head go round and round, round and round, round and round. The things in my head go round and round, all night long.
And still I can’t figure out what I’m trying to formulate… and I fear it’s because I don’t want to come to the answer that seems obvious. I can’t bring myself to decide something I don’t want to be.
So, instead I just analyze over and over and recalculate and attempt to determine where I might be wrong. And then eventually I just decide I don’t really know, even though I might.
I just play games with myself and it really does suck up a whole lot of time.