Dear Zombies: Fickle Muses

Dear Zombies.

It has been three months since my last confession. I was in a dark place. My day job became unbearable. Well, beyond unbearable... Work had been bad for at least a year and a half. A tipping point was reached in September and I made a change. Took a Job in Michigan and carted all my shit six hours west of Chicago.

The move was the best of all possible choices and an epic upgrade in the quality of life for Cthulhu and myself. Traffic is a thing of the past, and I feel freer. More grown up.

The stress of the old life creeps on me. Instigating an eye twitch that has been plaguing me for several months.

I hope to be creating again soon. Writing or painting or photography. Unpacking has taken much of my time over the last week since I made residence in the great mitten state.

It is so unfortunate that the stress of work life in Chicago crippled me so. Cycling thoughts caged my fickle inspiration.

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