dry as a nut

I really don't feel like writting too much anymore... i had a shitload of ideas, but I never follow up with the writting. It is quite disconcerning that

1. besides work I bearly talk to anyone and certainly not someone that would push my noodle's buttons
   
2. I am in such a disposition that I am terrified of thinking... doing so would cause both immesurable pain and frustrating questions with answers I would prefere not to hear (again) or worse, without any answers that I know of... and since I really dont have too many dialogue partners... so there! I am going to be dead for a while.
   

No inspiration.. no life-energy. I need a haircut.