6 posts tagged “daily”
Pipo shrugged. "So? Sometime or other everybody wishes everybody would go away. Sometimes I'll wish you would go away. What I'm telling you now is that even at those times, even if I tell you to go away, you don't have to go away."
It was the most bafflingly perfect thing that anyone had ever said to her.
My head hurts like the dickens because I can't get this damn song out of it: David Gray and Dar Williams' Shades of Gray. I actually liked it until it decided to become such a menace.
In other news, boring Sunday, perfect for sitting around wasting one's youth. I did finally get down to some work on one of my projects, but not very much. And I had weird dreams in the afternoon when I fell asleep, but I suspect that that was because of the aforementioned song playing in my head even when I wasn't awake.
Finished Good Omens -- bravo! Brillianto! One of the funniest books I've ever read.
Now on the cards:
Is it any wonder my academics are suffering? There aren't enough years in the average lifetime to read all the books I want to.
Reading: Kafka on the Shore, Murakami
Listening to: Very Superstitious, Stevie Wonder, and New Days, Asher Lane (yeah, that cool track from the Nivea ads)
Feeling: Pretty good! ODing on strawberries and exercise. Go me!
I'm going out of town tomorrow for the rest of the week -- a wedding in the family, and then on to a very exciting college fest with my friends, so I'll probably see you next on New Year's Eve or thereabouts. In the meantime, this is something you might find interesting.
Happy Holidays again, everyone, be safe and be well!
Muggy, almost-raining, fox's wedding, racing you through the dark-green night, skin dripping beads of sweat, Star Wars and Bigg Boss and old family friends, gossip and Owen Meany and new Adidas sneakers and eating fries at McDonald's after a long, long time. And tears and a fight and old issues, old stories, reaffirming that they haven't gone anywhere. I'm tired, but I feel curiously, desperately alive.
I just wrote three entries here. Two last night and one this morning. I even posted the last one.
And then decided something was wrong with it.
It was "ordinary, plain and simple, typical" as the Rascal Flatts would insist -- but these days I can't seem to write anything that I approve of even a few minutes later. B. has a similar problem. He'll compose and record a song and 24 hours later want to wipe every trace of its blighted existence off this earth.
I'll write soon. I hope. About proper stuff. Life-stuff. Daily-stuff. Nubbin and madness and all the rest of it. When this writer's or blogger's block or whatever this verbal speedbreaker may be dubbed goes away.
In the meantime, Happy anniversary to B. and me. What a magical, wild, ecstatic year it's been, and what incredible memories we've created. I'm seeing him tonight, and I hope he likes the collage. And I hope everything goes off well and peacefully and I stay out of trouble... for once..
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