Striped Slipper Socks

Guilt is a terrible thing.
For instance, just tonight, I realized I felt very guilty



For not updating this blog very frequently.



No, honestly, I have let it down terribly. I apologize. I have let you down terribly. I have just been so uncaring lately that it's odd. I just don't want to do things I don't want to do anymore. it's like my conscious is slowly washing away, starting with the things I hate (aka- the easiest to convince me not to do) and working its way down to the things I wish to do (aka- the things I can't bear to part with) It's peculiar.

I'm not guilty about some other things though. For instance, Gaia and I had a bit of a tiff tonight via email. We just don't see eye to eye sometimes and well- take some choice words, mix in a fair amount of insults, throw it in a bot and let it boil over. Pretty soon you'll have a crusty pan and two very unhappy cooks in a kitchen full of smoke. Not sounding like the best time eh? I don't feel bad for what I said, just perhaps for the way I said it. No, I don't feel regret. Not guilt. Not remorse. What then? Bad? Do I feel bad? I don't know... I'm falling apart, bit by bit. We'll see if Gaia speaks to me tomorrow. That'll be interesting...