| Tuesday, Tuesday.
First coffee of the morning. Softer flavour than usual - perhaps that was a subconscious effort. The days are getting longer, the nights shorter, or so it seems. I have to start jobhunting. I have no desire to do that. Classic depression, isn't it, all of you psych students? :)
Can't sleep at night, all I want to do is sleep through the day. My writing is suffering greatly. I am still going at it though - it's therapeutic in many ways, to write, to compose, to sketch a verbal masterpiece. To commit words onto a blank canvas, a unique expression, a phrase as individual as it's author. That's part of my love affair with words, I think. To read, is to breathe. Which is probably why I have such a deep and loyal love affair with a certain online book vendor....
My current reading materials:
Merck Manual (Professional Edition) - then again, that's always around, so maybe I shouldn't include that particular volume.
Ok, try again. Dispensing With The Truth, by Alicia Mundy. Yes, I've read this before. But it's very readable - and because I know personally some of the characters, it has a sort of special meaning to me. It's definitely worth a browse. What else, what else, what else? Ah. Audre Lorde's poetry. I do enjoy her writing, but sometimes the fact that I'm not black, and don't understand what it *is* to be black, is so obvious to me. Is that racist of me? It's not my intent. But these things I ponder.
I'm so much in love. I have never felt this kind of utter, absolute, perfect love for another human being. He is truly my partner. Perfect Love, Perfect Trust. As our wedding bands announce *grin*.
Ricki Lake's show, sucks. Did I ever mention that?
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