3-13-93 Nope.

So it looks bad, but it doesn't feel too bad.  Yeah, in the telling I may seem to take a harsh stance towards the whole... what?  Zero?  Good timing on that pen refill.  Now, what approaches?  More of the same?  Am I waiting for a future that is doomed to repeat the present?  Why should I expect more to follow when nothing had lead?  There were some things, but they seem so small.  And lately, there's been hardly anything.

But, things can change.  They have before.  This mirrors the first year here. Coasting along, making way, when near the end something takes hold.  I might be looking at a good start.  So much to think about ahead.  I'm really coasting now.

    On a page, a pamphlet, or a blackened slate,
    anywhere they can be they will,
    over time it's necessary to relate,
    and for this nothing but words can fill
    The question marked.

I finally came to the point where, pen in hand, I had nothing to write.  Even as I kept writing, there was nothing there.  Confused, other thoughts began to take me, solid and pithy they crash into one another.