Tea: Ginger Peach Green
Music: Various selections, played by a high school string ensemble
Time: Morning
I'm not a morning person, when morning is defined as "that portion of the day when the sun has risen but has not yet passed overhead."
I did get to see the son perform with his high school strings group earlier. That's always good.
But at the moment, I am riddled with ennui. In the vernacular, I got nothin'.
Rather than drag you into the great greybrown landscape that is my mind at present, I invite you to amuse yourselves here and here and here.
It's almost noon, rhymes with "soon," which is when I will shed this wet wool around my brain.
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Ginger!!!
*goes to the fridge for chai popsicle*
I still assert that life is meant to be lived out of the sight of fluorescent lights and evil fences in the period of time between sunset and sunrise.
Wet wool around your brain? With metaphors like that how can you get bored? Just keep writing your stuff, fall asleep and forget you wrote it, then wake up again.
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