I have had nothing to say recently that isn't a depressive self-absorbed whinge, so I have chosen to STFU. I have been spending my time a) working, and b) memorizing "Kubla Khan" for reasons I cannot quite explain, probably because they don't exist. Since I'm not actually trying to memorize it and I made that up just now to amuse you, I can recite only maybe nine lines of it. So far. Check back tomorrow. (How do actors do it? Must learn their tricks.)
This inexplicable sudden obsession might express itself as story. Who knows.