the walls are closing on in me.
to paraphrase Homer Simpson, I've run out of things to do on the Internet.
nothing seems interesting.
I feel like my brain is turning to mush.
the virtual teaching job that I thought I was hired for doesn't seem to be panning out.
I'm not writing as much as I'd like. when I try, I'm like an engine with old oil in it. I only get so far before I cease. no matter how hard I try, I get confused; my words, thoughts stall.
this worries me. a lot. more than anything else.
I wonder if I will continue this way. and if so, what will become of me?
I want to make something of my life. but what are my options?
I have to figure something out.
what exactly is there out there for a middle-aged, dizzy, well-educated but muddle-headed woman to do all day?
I think this will require some prayer.
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