the man who went up a hill and came down the english patient
ok, so i'm not superstitious - really not... well, except for one slight and completely irrational phobia.
which, in the here and now, means that when
after another night without sleep but (so i was beginning to believe) productive nonetheless since it produced a great mass of words for my current scribbling project and, despite my minor injuries, (i fell off a hill) feeling the reckless burst of a second wind (or maybe just the coffee finally kicking in)
i swagger into the kitchen and yank back the curtains to say "hello world!" and find a great guffawing and very much SINGLE magpie dancing on the grass outside.- i wish for a pistol, reach for the curtains and fight the very, very strong urge to give up and go back to bed. bastard, BASTARD birds.
which, in the here and now, means that when
after another night without sleep but (so i was beginning to believe) productive nonetheless since it produced a great mass of words for my current scribbling project and, despite my minor injuries, (i fell off a hill) feeling the reckless burst of a second wind (or maybe just the coffee finally kicking in)
i swagger into the kitchen and yank back the curtains to say "hello world!" and find a great guffawing and very much SINGLE magpie dancing on the grass outside.- i wish for a pistol, reach for the curtains and fight the very, very strong urge to give up and go back to bed. bastard, BASTARD birds.