I don't even know what to say today.
I have 12 headshots and letters ready to go in the mail today. I'm proud of that.
I'm waiting for the coffee to kick in.
I miss going to dance class. More than I'll admit on a daily basis.
I have to buy a loft bed today.
My apartment was a mess yesterday and I cleaned it up, put my clean clothes away where they belonged, and made neat piles on my desk. I'm proud of that, too.
I have a deep affection for the
Brooklyn Public Library.
The Raw Shark Texts was quite boring. And then it got good.
Really good. Another winner, in my opinion.
I need a sharp change in the weather. I need a change, period. I feel like I'm covered in silt, like I've drifted into a still pool, out of the main current and into one of those cloudy, weed-littered pools that line a rushing river. I've settled to the bottom and I'm covered with sediment. I need a good, swift kick from an accidental toe to send me back into the current.
Or maybe I just need some vegetables.
Labels: baby steps, fatigue, food, photos, random sleepy brain thoughts, there's nothing to say