There’s Nothing Left in my Head


I tweeted about this recently. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a lot to talk about. There’s nothing in my head, driving my thinking. I used to feel like I was bursting.

I must be terribly boring to be with these days. Maybe I need to read more, about subjects that are completely foreign to me, to kickstart my brain or something. Does anyone ever feel like this? Maybe my brain is simply taking a rest. But I miss that sparkly feeling of a thousand things flitting through my brain.

I know I’m talking too much about my cats. But … here is some more cat talk. When I look at this picture, I can’t help thinking of all the pictures I’ve taken of me and Buddy (and me and Finney) sitting in this exact same spot, wearing this exact same sweater. I’m so conflicted. I love the new kitten, but I keep seeing Buddy with his head resting against this sweater so happy and content. I was so happy and content.

I just remembered, I having my bone-graft redone (the one I need prior to getting the dental implant) next week. It was a nightmare and I have to do it AGAIN. Poor poor me.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “There’s Nothing Left in my Head

  1. My brain goes in cycles. when I’m firing on all cylinders I can’t imagine how I can be so “flat” at times. I do a lot of reading during those flat times and eventually I get back up to speed. I do take Paxil everyday which I believe eliminates the major dips. Three cheers for pharma. I still wish I could have closure with the concept of mortality. Oh, well Life is truly a gift for which I am grateful.

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