I havnt been blogging as much as I'd have liked to lately, and somehow i think it's tied to the Monster, from under the bed. Once i wrote a piece about how killing your Monster might make you loose your imagination, and i kinda think thats what happened to me.
Dont worry i havent killed him, he's just been very ill of late, it seems. There's several reasons. I've been busy, I've actually begun to have a life seperate from my bed. It seems to be a good thing, but when i loose so much of myself i begin to wonder. Of course there are some things wouldn't change for the life of me. But I'd like to be able to summon back my mad mental self >.>
