A few inches of snow on a Friday morning. Last night, I got drunk and re-read a huge chunk of this blog. It's funny; I feel like I used to be such a good writer, but now my prose and poetry feel so lifeless - not just because I'm going through a hard time now. It was off before this. I know the only way I'll make it better is to get back into practice. I used to love writing about my life in this blog, even knowing nobody read it. Somehow, having it be online instead of in a journal somewhere made me try harder with it. I would really like to get back into the habit, and I know I won't unless I keep writing something here. But it's frustrating.