I'm behind ( Read more... )

Of where we are, and where we are supposed to be. Heavy terms, circular dreams. A taste of blood in the mouth that never really goes away, a chunk of what used to operate as a tongue, stumbling and stumbling. A voice below, calm and demanding. A plea from inside to hold on, all on the basis that something will change ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I met this woman in the woods. She had a small child, and she told me how her ex-husband was chasing them, trying to take her child away from her ( Read more... )

I never write in here anymore. Mostly because I'm scared of being criticized, partially because I'm too busy, partially because there is just too much to say and none of it matters ( Read more... )

It's been almost a month. I've been busy, and figured not much of it was worthy of writing down ( Read more... )

I have been working a lot lately, or drinking too much, or some sort of combination ( Read more... )

I am so very afraid of the quiet ( Read more... )

Wednesday I went downtown with my friend Chris Ramelan to see a Fringe show which was directed by my prof. It was a delightful day. I almost got us killed by a street car, which proved that my mind doesn't work well in larger cities ( Read more... )

YES!!!


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Went to my cottage this weekend. Got horribly, horribly sick in the middle of it, and pretty much ruined the weekend ( Read more... )