exhale.
thinking about completion and biting my nails. i wonder if motivation is innate, or if it's something you have to find for yourself. all around me, things get done, and the only constant seems to be me in the middle of it all, getting nothing accomplished. i'm full of ideas. just not real enthusiastic about getting out of bed.
worked today... five and a half hours of tepid thought about brick stitch and hypocrisy. cathy is reluctant to buy pearls from the new wholesaler she met at the october festival... she kept repeating, 'well, you know what they say about short men.'
i went to the library a few days ago and checked out a book called 'SNAP'. i enjoyed the first chapter but am growing progressively bored with it... thinking about returning it and starting 'sophie's choice' instead. it irks me that what i'm reading is the most exciting topic of discussion in my life at present.
didn't wake up until almost one this afternoon, lay in bed even longer. i scared the dog by playing frank sinatra at full volume while i was in the shower; sang 'come fly with me' into what used to be the soap-on-a-rope, before we cut off the rope. when i came out of the bathroom, he was hiding behind kailey's chair. he has no respect for proper music. he cries through simon and garfunkel but has no objection to rush.
worked today... five and a half hours of tepid thought about brick stitch and hypocrisy. cathy is reluctant to buy pearls from the new wholesaler she met at the october festival... she kept repeating, 'well, you know what they say about short men.'
i went to the library a few days ago and checked out a book called 'SNAP'. i enjoyed the first chapter but am growing progressively bored with it... thinking about returning it and starting 'sophie's choice' instead. it irks me that what i'm reading is the most exciting topic of discussion in my life at present.
didn't wake up until almost one this afternoon, lay in bed even longer. i scared the dog by playing frank sinatra at full volume while i was in the shower; sang 'come fly with me' into what used to be the soap-on-a-rope, before we cut off the rope. when i came out of the bathroom, he was hiding behind kailey's chair. he has no respect for proper music. he cries through simon and garfunkel but has no objection to rush.