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Saturday, 31 October 2009

Oh, hey.

Dear blog,

Hi. How are you? I've missed you.

I feel as though I've neglected you lately. Only two posts in the past month, and both whiny? And nothing of substance for ages before that? Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

However. I'm going to remedy that. I'm thinking... November, I might do the "one post every single day" thing. I think there might be a specific month you're supposed to do that in; I don't know. I'm going to do it in November, since I definitely won't have time for writing a novel.

Today, however? Not November. So I'm not gonna worry about making this a real post. I'm going to go watch Hocus Pocus, and then go see the Mellotones play!

Much love, more soon!

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Can I ask a favour?

Send me something that will either make me laugh or make me cry.

I want to feel something definite; not this vague uneasy awful filling that just keeps building inside me.

I don't want to explode.

Thank you.



(Edit: Also, any music suggestions. I've lately gotten sick of all the things I had been listening to, and so I went back to my defaults. But I've already gotten sick of the Trews and Great Big Sea, and am paring down my Decemberists playlist daily. This means I will soon run out, and then I don't know what I'll do.)

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Just let me catch my breath.

I feel... discouraged. Disheartened. Dispirited.

Last week was just one of those weeks where it wasn't so much that everything went wrong, just that nothing went quite right.

And then I came home. I was not homesick before, but oh man. I am now. I'm still here and I'm already homesick. I just want to stay. I want to have fall. I don't want to go back to the nasty old city. There's too much to do here, too much living that I'm missing out on.

There's too much to do in general. How is it that there's never, ever, enough time?

I've finally had to accept that all of the things I've been thinking "oh, they'll get better soon," aren't going to. It's just not gonna happen for me.

But whatever. This isn't me, this isn't what I do. Melancholy and self-pity are not becoming. I'm gonna go work on some happy thoughts for next time I write.

Happy Thanksgiving!