I want to write so bad, but I can't think. I'm trying to write a story for a class (creative writing), and it's not coming. It's like I'm trying to write something that isn't there, and I don't have the energy to find it. I need a rough draft by Tuesday, and that doesn't even feel like much (only a few pages), but I'm just not motivated. So I came back here again, and realized that I haven't blogged for so long that I've forgotten what it's like (I've been doing lots of paper journaling). And I wonder if anyone will even read this.
Me right now: Water in my ears; clean and dry from a shower; frustrated at my procrastination habits; eyes dry; sore nose; satisfied at caught-up-ness of math homework; looking forward to playing a contra dance tonight with Tunescape; missing you ("Who?" you ask? Lots of people.); trying to find that song; alone; liking the dark; liking the not-cold weather with a heart that's tired of cold; remembering sitting by the pond today facing the wind and loving it's feel on my face; ready; not ready; wondering if you think about me (Who? Lots of people.); wondering about the future (both near and far); worried about choosing; not understanding; sure I missed something; in Rochester; realizing that lists are easier for me than trying to write everything out in coherent sentences; smiling inside when I remember that time; missing it; wanting to play guitar; wanting to hear guitar played in person; getting ready to go; not aching so bad anymore; missing you (Who? Lots of people. Yes, I know I'm repeating myself.); mellow; going.
