"take me back to the land where my yearnings were born"
We're leaving for our annual Ohio trip tomorrow. It's the first time in many years that we'll be there while both the state and county fairs are going on.
I'll try to get caught up on everyone's journals today, though I know I still have comments to respond to; the main disadvantage of Ohio is still that we only have dial-up internet at my grandmum's house.
Yesterday, I spent about three and a half hours painting the porch ceiling. It's been a while since I felt so tired and I was hoping that it would help me get my sleeping schedule back on track. However, despite heading up to bed around 10:30 PM, it was one of those nights where my thoughts and worries refused to remain quiet. I remember creating and pondering the phrase: "I who make tomorrow is made by the fragmented memories of yesterday," as well as debating the contradiction between the apparent selfishness of wanting someone to be yours and the selflessness of giving yourself to someone else, which much invariably go together in the best of circumstances.
It's almost a pity that I'm not in a position to record my thoughts in such a restless pre-sleeping stage; sometimes, I think it's me at my most philosophical.
I'll try to get caught up on everyone's journals today, though I know I still have comments to respond to; the main disadvantage of Ohio is still that we only have dial-up internet at my grandmum's house.
Yesterday, I spent about three and a half hours painting the porch ceiling. It's been a while since I felt so tired and I was hoping that it would help me get my sleeping schedule back on track. However, despite heading up to bed around 10:30 PM, it was one of those nights where my thoughts and worries refused to remain quiet. I remember creating and pondering the phrase: "I who make tomorrow is made by the fragmented memories of yesterday," as well as debating the contradiction between the apparent selfishness of wanting someone to be yours and the selflessness of giving yourself to someone else, which much invariably go together in the best of circumstances.
It's almost a pity that I'm not in a position to record my thoughts in such a restless pre-sleeping stage; sometimes, I think it's me at my most philosophical.