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    Tuesday, February 03, 2004     2:00 PM

i started this friday, and did have more to say but am now disinclined to think about it and the ..... will have to suffice for those who care, though i'm not sure i do anymore.

the numbness of this week is wearing thin, the apathetic layers peeled back revealing half formed scabs. the wounds aren't fresh yet not quite healed either.

thoughts keep going back to the time of year, desolate and barren, least favorite and least favored. and yet, in the wasteland of the year i met the two people who have become the most instrumental in my life for the past five years. irony at its best i must say....

.....

sometimes i wonder if it all just comes from the muse i sometimes want to deny, the phantom who haunts my psyche, my unconscious - dreams and nightmares.


changed the song over to the right as it seemed fitting for the month and for the sentiment.

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reading...
Tori Amos, Piece by Piece
listening/watching...
The Golden Girls
playing..
KOTOR II
randomness...
In the Waiting Line - Zero Seven
linkage...
My Twitter
quote...
"It is time for me to walk the abyss. Time to reclaim my own. I must talk to the Morningstar. I do not have high hopes for the meeting."
-Dream, Sandman