Negligible.

I've come to the conclusion that my blogging has slowed so severely due to my now-regular isolation on the drive home. I have time to decompress and think (and occasionally talk) through my day. All my sticky feelings get sucked out the window at 70 miles per hour on 440.

But, as a result, I don't write much. I thought about that, too. I write when I am sad, when I am depressed, when I am angry and upset. I have been, for the most part, neutral these past few months. There have been highs and lows, but, smoothed out and accounting for error, I have felt decidedly emotionless. It is unsettling.

I have renewed my fervor in the hunt for a suitable set of IEMs, and I am still drawing blanks. I have a few quotes from audiologists that put a set of custom tips at $150 or so and, coupled with a ~$150 set of IEMs, it seems like too much. At least, too much for what I'd be getting. So I have moved up and out with my plans, now investigating getting a set of customs made straight up rather than attaching a universal set to custom tips. Of course, with this upgrade in product comes an uptick in price. Perhaps someday.

I've been consuming a lot, as is to be expected. And I mean consuming in that I am buying - not that I am constantly eating. Though, to be fair, I still haven't managed to shed my... senior 15-20? My late-in-the-college-game weight gain does not have a clever nickname. "Stress-induced gut." Or something. I keep telling myself that I'm going to be more active. I may follow through eventually.

With negligible feelings come forgettable events. I have nothing exciting to bring you.