Pains

I have this uncontrollable urge to write.

I want to work on my short stories - "Almost Home 2" or "Blocchi" should be good canidates - but my mind is only wrapped around the usual (hint, see the previous post)...

I'm getting to the point that I can't think straight anymore. School, work, sensibility: all out the window. Am I falling in love again? Is it premature?

So much to think about, so little time.