yield to nostalgia

There was an excellent thing on the Toast, and it made me all sad I didn't LJ so much anymore and then I'v ehad three things I need to be in the world without being on my actual "real" blog where galleries that might carry my work and my mother can read them, so I came back.

the thing in the toast is here.

I have been biting my tongue for three days, which means there is something I am not talking about or weighing in on, that i should be, and I am not sure what it is. It is a weird physical symptom that reflects mental unease. And I really do mean I am biting my tongue, like chomping off tastebuds. I don't know why. I used to pull my own hair out, mostly from boredom. This doesn't feel like boredom.

I have been resolutely unhappy with my mother in part because she doesn't want to be burden but she still wants me to rush to visit, and then scoot away when she's done with me. I was unhappy enough that I haven't talked to her in almost two weeks, I will, I promise, call her tomorrow.

That might be part of the tongue biting thing.

I can't remember any other thing. Maybe I'll try to come back more often.