Infinite.

Sep 23, 2008 21:39

I got my book today. Over a thousand pages to keep me entertained for a while.

I work tonight. I don't mind, but I would like to stay home. Our house is warm and full. The clouds are out and the night is cold. I like the feeling of my bones settling into the fall. It would be nice to stay here where it is warm and I could sip wine and read, but I know I can find peace at work.

Two days, followed by a whole week to myself.

I am glad to have something this time around, to get me up and out. I cannot explain how much sharper things are after the medication came in. How I feel like myself - my old self, back from the days of being sixteen and silent with my secrets hidden behind my eyes. With the words itching to find their way out.

And the rain, it always helps.
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