[innerSpaceman]

I've definitely got a bit of the post-50 blues. It's not too terribly bad, cause I know the cause and so won't give in to it. But I'm a bit lethargic and dimwitted. The remnants of my portable party are strewn all over my apartment, and I'm not doing anything about cleaning it all up ... which is a major sign of Zlickdysfunction.

I've no intention, as of now, to go back to Disneyland till, say, Goth Day in August. And I've arrived at a rather weird place in my life that I've never looked past or planned for. Disneyland-50 was the end-of-the-line in planned events. After 20 years of having that hang in the future so deliciously, it's over and - at the moment at least, and very oddly for me - there's nothing planned past it.

Oh well, I'm supposed to take up learning the saxophone at long last. Maybe once I get over the funk, I'll start playing the blues I'm feeling so bluesfully.