Jeez I've missed my keyboard. My impulse is leading me all over the place in excitement to write something. I've got movie quotes, comparisons, kvetches, questions all running through my head and I'm not sure what's going to come out. I know I don't want to "journal entry" my readers to death, but I don't have a story all cooked up already either. So I'll say this:
I am not desperate anymore.
I'm not desperate for work like I used to be, I'm not desperate for distraction, for help, for love, for attention or even for ice cream.