Why don't I write anymore? It's been months since I wrote a word. Is it that I'm too happy to write? Is it that I'm uninspired? Is it that I don't think anymore?
I'm sitting here drinking vodka and watching Growing up Gotti. I never watch this crap, yet tonight I'm facinated. Watching another family, their life, their interactions. I can't explain why at all. I guess because it makes my own family dynamic seem less Hamlet and more Leave it to Beaver.
I'm starting to lose my train of thought now. Like my self esteem, my inspiration is fickle I guess.
I suppose it's possible that it's the vodka that is fickle, and not me.