This rain has to stop. It’s seriously depressing and, even worse, preventing me from going outside and doing stupid things like playing basketball with a yet to be healed fractured rib. Haven’t we had enough of this stuff? I get it: April showers bring May flowers. It’s May, so out with the rain and in with those damn bee bringing flowers.

I don’t know if it’s the rain or maybe work or what, but I’ve been dealing with a few things recently. For one, I can’t find any inspiration to write anything, at all. I can’t write any poems and I can’t even muster up a story or two for Neowin. If it wasn’t for my length of time on staff and the resulting pseudo tenure, I’d probably be out on my ass right now.

Probably a little more important than my writing, is the fact that, for the past three days, I’ve been dealing with varying levels of lightheadedness. Saturday, I could barely lift my head off of the pillow without feeling dizzy beyond tolerance. It’s been better the past two days, but the feeling is still there and does serve as a hindrance, sometimes. I wish I had a solution or, perhaps, even health insurance.

I’m probably going to try cranking out more journal entries, by the way, until I get my creative juices flowing again. I’m starting to crave music again, so that’s usually a good sign.