Friday, oh Friday . . .
. . . . not a happy day. Just . . . okay, it's better that I not go there. Once I get started, I doubt I'll stop and that won't be good for anyone. Especially me. (The short version is that nothing has changed for the better, only for the worse. And that's all I'll say.)
I'll probably end up writing the weekend away, after I get other stuff done. Emotional writing. Pure writing. "Free" writing that most likely won't get to see the light of day beyond the notebook it gets written in. There are thoughts and sketches of ideas bouncing around in my brain . . . probably contributing to the reason I toss and turn in bed until 2-3am. (And a lack of companionable body heat wakes me roughly 5 hours later, so lack of sleep probably isn't helping any.)
*shuts up
I'll probably end up writing the weekend away, after I get other stuff done. Emotional writing. Pure writing. "Free" writing that most likely won't get to see the light of day beyond the notebook it gets written in. There are thoughts and sketches of ideas bouncing around in my brain . . . probably contributing to the reason I toss and turn in bed until 2-3am. (And a lack of companionable body heat wakes me roughly 5 hours later, so lack of sleep probably isn't helping any.)
*shuts up