(no subject)
I’m all backed up right now, so you’re going to have to excuse my lack of posting/commenting/arrogant rambling as of late.
Outwardly, nothing too much has been happening. Work, swim, work, run, sleep, work, swim, work, run, drink drink drink drink drink to forget the work, swim, work, run, sleep, work, swim, run.
Or a variation on that theme.
The inner life, on the other hand, is exhibiting all the tell-tale signs of chaotic sanguinity. I can’t seem to feel too much. I guess this comes with routine and above all, just being plain tired.
But I’m collecting;
reading like crazy, sucking in my surroundings and making mental notes on everyone and everything I see; cause nothing’s coming out right now. I’m hording until I can piece together something real.
Or at the very least, something tangible.
Outwardly, nothing too much has been happening. Work, swim, work, run, sleep, work, swim, work, run, drink drink drink drink drink to forget the work, swim, work, run, sleep, work, swim, run.
Or a variation on that theme.
The inner life, on the other hand, is exhibiting all the tell-tale signs of chaotic sanguinity. I can’t seem to feel too much. I guess this comes with routine and above all, just being plain tired.
But I’m collecting;
reading like crazy, sucking in my surroundings and making mental notes on everyone and everything I see; cause nothing’s coming out right now. I’m hording until I can piece together something real.
Or at the very least, something tangible.