at the end of the day
Formerly "poems at the end of the day" until I realized I wasn't writing poems.
notebook girl
9/18/08
I sit in the lobby eating an apple because it seems like a quirky thing to do. And you aren't there to see it.
9/19/08
The decisions I've made can be so inconvenient. Clouds & a cool breeze; I sit inside reading. I want to go on an adventure, dammit!
9/20/08
It is raining, I am reading, I need an umbrella that doesn't fold up on my head and a good giggle, & that dream to dream creeps in.
9/21/08
The sky was beautiful today. I played Guitar Hero. Time flies, people are mean, and I listened to "Hallelujah" enough to cry.
9/22/08
Fall fell, and I think I missed it. I do a lot of waiting now. I wonder how much else I miss.
9/23/08
I won't be the first to ask or speak or do much of anything other than go to bed. I won't ask your reassurances. But prayers?
9/24/08
Maybe I was wrong: in the end, chocolate DOES cure everything.
9/25/08
I buy costume dresses compulsively. An old wedding dress, a kimono, and an Austen-era gown were the highlight of my afternoon.
9/26/08
I am a lazy bum and the play had me in stitches and my friends say I should pick Japan over England and I miss you.
9/27/08
A weight has been lifted. I know now that I am not wise; reluctantly I admit to the current situation's necessity. Oh, & ROLL TIDE.