Today was surprisingly great for no reason in particular. In fact, it should have been the exact opposite of great, as it was extremely cold (see: Maggie's deep hatred for cold), extremely intense (see: three-hour lecture of doom), and extremely lonely (see: never again listening to U2 with the same heart).
I guess I'm at the point where I realize the benefits of dwelling on it for a few days, and then I reap the benefits of turning out alright.
I've been writing a lot lately - not here, obviously - but I feel it has served me well. In the future, perhaps some ridiculous sensation will come over me and I will want to look back and relive this; perhaps not. In any case, I'm doing something I haven't been able to do in a long time. I'm not sure just why this is, but I have a feeling everything's connected somehow...
Cycle, much?
1 comment:
if i never hear your name again, it's all the same to me
and i think it's gonna be alright
yeah, the worst is over now
the morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball
.. did you know paul simon wrote that? yes, he of Serious Pop Song fame. go fig.
love you.
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