Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Could really use being tired from something other than work for once, crap. Though eating fried rice with kale and spacing out to British TV police procedural isn't half bad, would like to be doing something interesting, nothing really seems all that interesting, of course. One of the only things I really miss about being younger is being able to immerse myself in new things and have them seem genuinely fascinating- that went all to hell, of course, once I got the idea that understanding things better wasn't going to help, most people get that sooner, I guess. Feel free to send along little poems in an attempt to cheer me up, it probably won't, but it's the thought that counts.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


Three starlings
My morning eye.
One swooped, climbed,
And I along.

With moment, the treetops and the coil of river

Two hundred heartbeats fed my wings.

(c) Paris Finley, 1995