2006-08-02 - 15:17 EST
Storm's moved on, pretty much.
Not a lot's been going on, really. I never have much of anything to say here - certainly nothing worth the effort it takes me to update now. Maybe once I've moved into my apartment at the end of the month I'll get better about it. Hopefully.
I've been doing a lot of reading lately. William Trevor's The Hill Bachelors produces a vaguely twisted feeling in my stomach and a lump in my throat. The emotions in the stories I've read so far are so powerful, it's stunning. I'm duly impressed.
I am growing listless with my lack of writing. It's at my fingertips, on the tip of my tongue, and nothing's being produced. Frustrating, is what it is.
I am sick with a sense of longing and loss today. For my writing? For people? I don't know. But I yearn.
The thunder and rapidly approaching cold front have lightened my mood a bit, at least. Earlier I was unresponsive and distracted. Now I'm - well, I'm with it, at least, and my smile isn't fake, even for strangers.
Today finds me irritatingly melancholy, doesn't it? And for that I apologize.
c.i.,.p.i.q.e.
