"I want life to be simple again," she says, while wondering if it ever actually was. "I'm so tired.  My therapist says I'm bored, and while there is much truth in that statement, it is so not that straightforward."

I'm too tired to expand on these musings but now that I have my room set up in a way that kind of works (for now), I can see myself writing more.  Not necessarily here, but I will be writing somewhere.  I'm enjoying the feel of keys beneath my fingers again. Therapeutic, the muted click and rhythmic, mindlessness of typing.  Thank whatever/whoever for spellcheck because I no longer care to backspace. Get it out and clean it up later. 

For now, goodnight.