What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Entry Thirty

Wow. The big three zero. I'm beginning to make progress.

It took me hours but I finally found a good site that feeds my Supernatural obsession. Now I can watch all of this seasons previous episodes!

Not that anyone cares.

Still sick. I called in today. Last night was rough. My first three hours of sleep were more like three hours of half-awareness. My eyes were closed but I was never asleep. Never resting. I was cold, I was hot. It was miserable.

Now for some reason, my throat is scratchy. BLAH! This makes me think that its not one of those 24 hour bugs or something that I ate. I've hardly eaten all day.

Bus stories is almost at a page. Officially that is. I am determined. It will be finished by the end of the year.

I've been sitting in this chair for far too long.

Oof...my tailbone.

How am I going to sleep tonight?

What do I watch now?

I wonder if they missed me at work?

I wonder how many points I have?

Am I going to make it through tomorrow?

I sure hope so.

Just one day at a time.

Go see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It is fantastic.

I feel so accomplished. And a little brain dead. The creative juices are more like creative water right now. No zing.
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