(Take these broken wings and learn to fly...)

Ineffably long weekend. I'd tell you all about it but my fingertips went numb.

I am so glad that we took a lot of pictures.

What isn't fleeting?

And I'm so tired of indulgences.

I couldn't even call anyone today, my voice was too heavy to rise to the receiver. Same old story.

First, a question: if I ran myself ragged this week (mentally, physically, emotionally; you name it kiddo) AND stayed up til 2 am, WHY THE HELL AM I AWAKE RIGHT NOW ( Read more... )

What the hell am I doing? The flowers look pretty, but I've got more work to do. The cake turned out well. I got the groceries and cooked. I ran errands ( Read more... )

New Orleans soon. Christine and I are meeting for tea and hotel "shopping" tonight ( Read more... )

This is just completely unreal. My father's birthday is Wednesday, I worked today and I work tomorrow and Wednesday and my mom's too busy and my brother's too inconsiderate and I don't know WHEN I'm going to bake his cake and buy his gifts; I am broke and I don't particularly want to go out of my way for him right now anyway but I will come up ( Read more... )

Rob Fulton is overseeing my fall internship at the HRC!

I just want this to be over. I wonder how many tests I must pass before I finally fail. It seems inevitable. I'm begging myself to flunk out but I can't yet. I'm tired of bending but I'm unable to break ( Read more... )

My father attempted to engage me in conversation this morning. Silly man. He's feeling guilty, I think. And he might be worried- I've been going on next to no sleep, and I've also lost a lot of weight since I got home. Anyway, I look and feel terrible and I'm getting sick. He came downstairs and I was making fruit salad and he started talking ( Read more... )

The warm wind's come again ( Read more... )

So. Tomorrow. Again.

I'm tired.

Kaikei?

There was something else. But I think I...

Paint me a picture, but use words instead. What I mean is, I like bedtime stories.

Bedtime in general sounds like a good idea.

For some reason, I bought my family a loaf of bread.

PS:
The traveler asks himself: if he lived out ( Read more... )