The ability/desire/will to write, that is. It clearly went for quite a while, and I'm not totally sure if it's back yet. I certainly have read plenty of things that made me want to vent, but that venting has been done in other venues lately (Twitter, IMs, at home with the cat, etc). I think also that writing about Big Serious Political stuff is just overwhelming, and at this point in my life, writing about mundane shit from my own life is more doable.
Following that, I'm less inclined to keep things anonymous, if only so my few friends can read my ramblings if they choose. I never really cared about anonymity anyway, it was just what you do, right? Eh. I'm not special :)
For now, I'm just really looking forward to a long weekend and a day-long visit with my parents on Thanksgiving. I don't get to see them as often as I'd like, due to living an hour apart and me having no car. I'm not loving this super cold weather, but...I suppose there's not much to be done for that. There are certain reasons why it's worse this winter, which I may get into at another time. But it's not pleasant these days, that's for sure.
Let's end on a happy note with this nice live performance of Young Americans by my dear David Bowie: