A Change Is Gonna Come

Working on some changes. Both in the cyberworld, and in the real world. Do you ever have weeks where you're sick of yourself? You hear your voice ring in your head over and over, and it doesn't sound like your voice. Is that what I sound like?
I'm sick of phases. A reading phase, then a writing phase, then a movie phase, then a blogging phase, then a phase where I want to sleep all the time, then a phase where I don't ever want to sleep. Why can't I just do all of them at the same time? Why can't I just be everything at once, touch everything, hear everything, have big loud orchestra moments all day instead of the subtle ones?
I'm sick of feeling like a perfectionist, feeling like I have to be deep and clever and superficial all at the same time. Sometimes I look at this blog, this weird new genre of writing that calls for simple and complex simultaneously, and I realize how easy it is to erase things. Change them. Change the past on our server, so that all archived blog posts are "perfect." Stupid word, "perfect."
I'm now co-authoring a just-for-fun blog, Listless Girls, with Reilly and Hannah. Check here for our life lists. If I want to be a serious writer, it's time to get serious. No more Top Ten lists on this blog. Don't think that means the end of humor, the end of short, cynical posts. Cynicism, humor--those are both forms of truth, and that is my only goal with writing.
Blah, blah, blah. If I could afford it, I'd buy my own .com.