makes calm canaries irritable
On the suspicion that some may still read these things: Hello everyone. I'm back, kinda.
I think I've gotten more self-conscious in my old age, I had to make myself promise that I'd put up what I'm writing this time, no matter how I feel about it. Public journal writing also may have been easier when I had more goings-on, or at least the time to turn something like a bike ride or a minor annoyance into prose.
As of right now I'm wasting my one free weekday, although my other recent promise is to get started with some new project things, so I can stop looking over my shoulder all the time on campus, hoping to avoid Marina. I'm still afraid of my project, and am looking forward to when it stops seeming so much bigger than I am.
And now I'm going to go enjoy the last hour or two of today's sunlight. Something more substantial is forthcoming, about Oregon, or dinner parties I have had and have yet to plan.
I'm becoming all the small things that need my attention, is this growing up?
Over and out.
I think I've gotten more self-conscious in my old age, I had to make myself promise that I'd put up what I'm writing this time, no matter how I feel about it. Public journal writing also may have been easier when I had more goings-on, or at least the time to turn something like a bike ride or a minor annoyance into prose.
As of right now I'm wasting my one free weekday, although my other recent promise is to get started with some new project things, so I can stop looking over my shoulder all the time on campus, hoping to avoid Marina. I'm still afraid of my project, and am looking forward to when it stops seeming so much bigger than I am.
And now I'm going to go enjoy the last hour or two of today's sunlight. Something more substantial is forthcoming, about Oregon, or dinner parties I have had and have yet to plan.
I'm becoming all the small things that need my attention, is this growing up?
Over and out.