old bones

the year comes to an end. this writing funk continues. i don't know why. i don't really care. but i do feel guilty for not writing. i know i should be writing. that's part of the reason i don't write. could this mean i'm too reactionary?
i'm not making any new year's resolutions, especially about writing more, or less. i don't do well under pressure.

i'll continue this journal next year sometime. january sounds like a good month to look toward.

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one of the few comedians i ever really enjoyed was red skelton. he was always a real person, even when he was being funny.

"I don't hate my enemies. After all, I made 'em." -Red Skelton, comedian (1913-1997)