I'm not back yet, and truth be told, I'm less and less convinced about the point of this place. Still, every time I think about shuttering The Get Down for good (or perhaps that should be For Good), I grant the ol' girl a stay of execution for a little while longer. I compose posts in my head all the time that never make it here: either because I [wisely] see the error of my [maudlin] ways before my itchy posting finger can hit "PUBLISH" or because I just get lazy or because I find someone, somewhere online who has said what I want to say better, more entertainingly, more succintly, more intelligently...talk about your anxiety of influence.
Things in in my personal life are settling down, curiously, by being more up in the air than ever: i.e. I broke up with Iron Fist, and have now convinced myself that, if things between me and Jeff Goldblum don't work out rightquick, I might be staring down the barrel at a long, lonely, rest-of-my-lifehood (not really, as anyone who knows me knows that I could happily go full-hermit and be very, very happy). I do worriy that I've had sex for the last time. Do other people have that worry? Man, what if I never find another person I like enough to bed? If I had known, I would have paid more attention the last time Iron Fist and I were together! Made some memories.
Right. So what was I saying?
Man! This is why I'm about to give this shit up! I can't even keep it together long enough to make one damn post!