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It's 1:28 in the morning. I'm sitting in front of the fire I've been tending on and off since I discovered it burning in our fireplace around 10pm. If I keep going our newly stocked woodpile will again diminish to nothing. It is comforting though. I wish I had sweet potatoes to wrap in foil and throw into the coalbed. They're soo good. It's the only way I truly like to eat them.
My nocturnal ways continue. I called in sick this past morning hoping that if I could just make myself get some sleep before it got too late in the day I'd be tired enough to get some sleep tonight. Wishful thinking apparently. Instead I wait for my laundry to wash so I can stick them in the dryer for an hour. Meanwhile I'm doing random things online and hopefully will start my physics homework soon, although I could just as easily do it in the morning. I already plan on going to breakfast with Nick and Jessica before their Japanese class. That'll leave me an hr to go over physics with all of the other earlybirds in my group. How boring this all sounds.
The fire is keeping me entertained. I get lost in it. I sit here with my thoughts. It's nearly hypnotic. Perhaps that's why I like them, other than the wonderful colors. Not just those familiar but brilliant hues of the burning coal and flickering flames, but even the charcoal black. I'm sitting here in my green dress, warm, awake, and meditative.
It's late October. It's Fiona's 20th birthday. I'm waiting for it to snow.
Happy Birthday Love.
My nocturnal ways continue. I called in sick this past morning hoping that if I could just make myself get some sleep before it got too late in the day I'd be tired enough to get some sleep tonight. Wishful thinking apparently. Instead I wait for my laundry to wash so I can stick them in the dryer for an hour. Meanwhile I'm doing random things online and hopefully will start my physics homework soon, although I could just as easily do it in the morning. I already plan on going to breakfast with Nick and Jessica before their Japanese class. That'll leave me an hr to go over physics with all of the other earlybirds in my group. How boring this all sounds.
The fire is keeping me entertained. I get lost in it. I sit here with my thoughts. It's nearly hypnotic. Perhaps that's why I like them, other than the wonderful colors. Not just those familiar but brilliant hues of the burning coal and flickering flames, but even the charcoal black. I'm sitting here in my green dress, warm, awake, and meditative.
It's late October. It's Fiona's 20th birthday. I'm waiting for it to snow.
Happy Birthday Love.