May 01, 2006 08:55
I would appear to be running out of books, and my writing is as stale as the air. A new subject of either, or both, seems to be in order.
Perhaps someone will crash into my poor tree again for the mention. Quietly bored if preferable to loudly annoyed, so I'll cease my virtual complaints. They only serve to remind me of how forced my writing is coming out, to begin with.
Music and rest to think on, maybe...
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