A cloud reeking of pretention wafts through the door. . .
I feel incredibly self-indulgent, sitting at Epoch, sipping an iced mocha, writing my memoir.
Self-indulgence is nice. And, I'm learning how to talk to strangers. I don't think I'll ever be on the level as some, knowing the names of baristas and bartenders, but conversation is a start.
Tried to get my hair cut tonight, but was turned away. I will try again tomorrow.
I like running into people I know, where we talk a little, but don't feel obligated to sit at each other's tables. I had thins to do (not really,) as did they (possibly.) Come back, chat a bit, then leave. Company is not required in public settings, at least not with the people I know. I like that.
Few things are humbling as outlining who all shall be involved in your memoir. No, the intention is not to publish. The intention is to get things into writing, get them onto paper and out of my head. To have a tangible look at my past.
My apartment is clean, and lovely, and almost organized! I also bought a new bathing suit today. Ick, bathing suit shopping in January. Also got some cute bathing suit coverups for the deck and/or bar. Or, if Cozumel doesn't work out, I'll have something neat for Vegas. Hell or high water, I'm going somewhere for break.
Self-indulgence is nice. And, I'm learning how to talk to strangers. I don't think I'll ever be on the level as some, knowing the names of baristas and bartenders, but conversation is a start.
Tried to get my hair cut tonight, but was turned away. I will try again tomorrow.
I like running into people I know, where we talk a little, but don't feel obligated to sit at each other's tables. I had thins to do (not really,) as did they (possibly.) Come back, chat a bit, then leave. Company is not required in public settings, at least not with the people I know. I like that.
Few things are humbling as outlining who all shall be involved in your memoir. No, the intention is not to publish. The intention is to get things into writing, get them onto paper and out of my head. To have a tangible look at my past.
My apartment is clean, and lovely, and almost organized! I also bought a new bathing suit today. Ick, bathing suit shopping in January. Also got some cute bathing suit coverups for the deck and/or bar. Or, if Cozumel doesn't work out, I'll have something neat for Vegas. Hell or high water, I'm going somewhere for break.