Next project. Spirits are a little low here. Mine in particular. Must pull self together. Must keep my long term goals in mind and not let a few hiccups get in the way
I actually came online here to document my longing for a notebook I had in 5th grade. It was Jurassic Park film merchandise but beautiful. There is very little lovelier than a theropod skull

Relishing the memoirs of Saint-Simon. He's a petty but sharp man. His incisive tongue gives so much colour to the time.

Fancy, would our gossip magazines perform the same function for posterity :p

I have a song in my heart but I have a cold in my head. I feel fizzy. Work is a little dull today nbut even that hasn't gotten me down. I have been dreaming about every possibility that could spin out of sentences I type. I think about how wonderful it is to be alive and be able to do all of this. Free, free, free I am free. Who cares if my immune system is grappling with the cold virus. That the room I sit in tiny and the carpet smells like cabbages. There are writers out there who make me cry. Skies so open that we actually can fly through. A universe with billions of planets. Ah Good writing, good music and a good game can really help ones mood, huh?

I am like those three monkeys. The news is so tough to read these last few weeks like a particularly harsh novel. The uncertainty is messing with my head. But I do read every headline. And that leads to more reading.

The world was never okay, was it? I wish I had known this when I was studying history. The 14 reasons for WWI and the 6 consequences of the British winning some war in their conquest of India, that was all bullcrap wasn't it. I mean, the marks cut if you dind't have all 6 points listed come on. It was as mad, as uncertain then as it was now. And to freeze all of that to just outcomes is an unfair rendition. To destroy all the whatifs

In other news, must exercise more. Am losing tone. I shall be nice woffly office worker soon at this rate

Soweta Choir

I lie listening to music in the dark my heart beating heavily to the rhythm

I think about everything superlative and good in the world. Hard work. But so beautiful.

Music is larger, bigger than any person who creates it. I can imagine divinity in it

I don't understand a word but it is happy and sad by meter

I want to be a writer someday but still I can't manage to put together words to describe how I feel. Sigh

The truth is that I am getting to used to keeping radio silence on what I really think and feel and it feels new. I should try more. Even if it is nerdy, absurd, irrelevant it is still me.

Oh my god that lilting theme just grew out of the chorus and all coherent thought flew. Die, die die! in bliss. I offer you all the karma I have to spare, all the goodwill I can pass on, anything in any bank a person can have for creating this.

Me wants to go on a paleontology dig. Bwaaaaaaa!

I can' t let myself sleep. I am so tired but the thought of waiting in bed to fall asleep seems so boring. I need my rest though from this terrible bout of laryngitis. So, here's to a nap