.
it's almost 5am, I can't sleep.
tonight was suppose to be a relax/recharge night so that I could get the rest of my final projects done.
oh well. I haven't been sleeping or eating much lately. not enough time to do either.
tonight is the first full night I've been home in 4 days. it feels good to just lay here.
it's pouring, thundering and lightning outside. I love storms.
there's something about them that makes me feel alive.
There was a fire in our foundry today. pretty much the whole thing is ruined from what I've been told.
no one was hurt thankfully. fires are scary things, they make me extremely uncomfortable and nervous.
but I love bonfires . . . go figure. today was one of those memory making days. I'll never forget the feeling of my heart sinking into my stomach when I realized that a friend could have been in there.
There are other memories I made today but they're small and only I know how those memories feel so it's not even worth trying to explain in words.
i wish i was better at writing stories. sometimes I just want to write and write and write but I run out of things to say before that feeling leaves me. too bad I don't get that feeling when I need to get a paper done.
lately bits and pieces of things have been coming into my head, not stories really more like poems I guess.
I think I should take to writing them down.
I've decided that if/when I have to move I want to try to live in a converted factory. My friends do and it's awesome. they have loads of space and a courtyard and awesome neighbors. it's a bad neighborhood so that's a downside though. who knows. that's not for a long time to come, so I'll stop thinking of it now.
I'm going to go smoke a cigarette in the rain.
and then try to get some sleep.
we'll see.
tonight was suppose to be a relax/recharge night so that I could get the rest of my final projects done.
oh well. I haven't been sleeping or eating much lately. not enough time to do either.
tonight is the first full night I've been home in 4 days. it feels good to just lay here.
it's pouring, thundering and lightning outside. I love storms.
there's something about them that makes me feel alive.
There was a fire in our foundry today. pretty much the whole thing is ruined from what I've been told.
no one was hurt thankfully. fires are scary things, they make me extremely uncomfortable and nervous.
but I love bonfires . . . go figure. today was one of those memory making days. I'll never forget the feeling of my heart sinking into my stomach when I realized that a friend could have been in there.
There are other memories I made today but they're small and only I know how those memories feel so it's not even worth trying to explain in words.
i wish i was better at writing stories. sometimes I just want to write and write and write but I run out of things to say before that feeling leaves me. too bad I don't get that feeling when I need to get a paper done.
lately bits and pieces of things have been coming into my head, not stories really more like poems I guess.
I think I should take to writing them down.
I've decided that if/when I have to move I want to try to live in a converted factory. My friends do and it's awesome. they have loads of space and a courtyard and awesome neighbors. it's a bad neighborhood so that's a downside though. who knows. that's not for a long time to come, so I'll stop thinking of it now.
I'm going to go smoke a cigarette in the rain.
and then try to get some sleep.
we'll see.