Sunday, October 17, 2010

there's not enough time in a day

I could write an entire server full if I had the time.

Perhaps, it's fortunate that I don't have that kind of time.

I'm supposed to be getting ready for work right now but instead, I'm sitting in front of the computer listening to the printer (Nick's project stuff) and wishing I had not snapped at him this morning. :-(

It's cold this morning. I have coffee and an aching sadness.

Forget this. Writing used to be therapeutic. I don't know when it stopped being that. Probably around the same time I stopped doing all the things I really liked to do.

Sometimes, I wish I could find "me."

So... writing used to be therapeutic. It's not anymore.

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