blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

seems like every time i sit down to write, that's all that comes out--blahs and duhs. maybe i shouldn't worry about it, maybe it's true that there's nothing new under the sun, but still i want to contribute to this world instead of just consuming. i've done enough of that. way too much. i wish i had something unique to offer. don't we all?

these are my latest musings. i get charged when i think "every day i don't write a voice is lost in the world," but then i think "am i thinking too highly of myself?" there's lots of unsaid background behind both those thoughts, but i hope one can see the point i'm trying to make (if, indeed, there is a point): i can think myself into and/or out of most anything. tricky things, minds.

gimme a shot of hope. make it a double.