time for tea

yesterday morning i was up bright & early. eight am. yesterday was supposed to be unforgettable. in the good way. instead, i felt cranky and misunderstood. i felt just like a teenager and it was a bad hairday. a really bad hair day.

now it's nearly 1:30am texas time and i'm still awake. i'm wanting to start a new book, but i'm still in the middle of two others. i haven't moved forward and it seems i'm not moving at all.

today i:
-painted my toes red
-walked the dog
-changed my clothes twice
-ate two burritos
-argued
-played nintendo sixty four
-sent some emails

not much of an accomplishment. barely anything at all. i don't feel awake but i don't feel asleep. i just want to be away. away from here. it's really not that bad, but i just don't feel right. there's something missing. i need some fresh air. i'm tired of pollution warnings.

but at least there's always desaparecidos & conor oberst to make me happy.
 
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