Was weird a few days ago. Finished a chunk of the project I’ve been writing and instead of the usual elation and then day off I take to relax, recharge, and slightly celebrate, I felt almost nothing. The day after it was even more pronounced. Instead of rejoicing over a completion of a seemingly gaping void in my story by playing Diablo 2 or WoW (or more recently Bioshock), I just sat there, playing the game of choice blankly. It took me a good three days to get out of whatever the hell that phase was, and all I can say in reasoning for it was the weather was murky at best during that time as well. I don’t know.
It wasn’t writer’s block. I get pissed off when nothing flows, but I still run head first into the wall and eventually break through it given enough time and the right environment. This was just…emotionless funk. I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t even apathetic. Just there. I was simply existing, and had no anything. It finally lifted when I made a new Barby on D2 and started killing things. Just thought it was odd.
In other news, my dog smells very good. I went upstairs and it was staring outside so I sat near it and pulled the drapes back a bit so it could see out of it, as it likes to do. And from this close proximity I noticed he smelled good. Like perfume or something. Going to have to ask around and see what the heck I missed this morning when I was sleeping.
