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.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Entry Twenty-Nine

I am wondering what to say to him. He wasted no time. How do I make it less one-on-one?

Where did this come from?

I ache.

I'm chilled.

My stomach is telling me in silence that it wants to die.

I am too tired.

How did this happen? I was fine this morning.

Who?!?! I demand to know who has plagued me. I need to exact my revenge.

I really don't want to work sick.

Ew. Spinach and artichoke burps...
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