Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Since returning home Tuesday morning after spending the long, Thansgiving weekend in Collingwood with my fiancée, her family and friends, for work's sake I haven't felt that keen, self-impelled drive - two failed attempts - to write an interesting blog entry.

Over these past two days - still trying to think of something relevant - I haven't had much luck thinking of something to write about: life itself has felt as though it were lagging before my very eyes.

Yesterday I finished reading Matthew Pearl's The Poe Shadow, but I just haven't cared to write anything, book-wise. I keep reading new and old books from day to day out of habit - I think, to keep my mind distracted from my daily, worldly concerns - but sometimes my mind just doesn't want to let go of my thoughts, as though waiting till some faraway, promising time or kingdom come.

I'm not too worried, actually; my fiancée has kept me from becoming that seeksorrow I once thought I was.