I ask myself ‘why write?’, and ‘why update?’, and don’t. Every day I write on the way to work. I write poems, and short short stories. I read when I can, lately it’s been short stories by gabriel garcia marquez.
I listen to CDs on my ipod. I bought one by Ivy that I really love.
I feel like time has been floating by gracefully for weeks now. I haven’t been paying any attention at all. I’ve been lost in a new love, and have literally been home for only a few hours a week.
I’ve tried to update my flickr account. There are tons of new photos I posted last night from the downtown library opening last week.
My battery is low, and I’m going to return to low-tech (hand-written) journaling now.