9 july 2009

Here's where I try to write something other than insignificant incessant moping.


I do get a little spark of pleasure at having a place to write again.

Though I feel sometimes that rewarding work is a far-flung fantasy, I have a nice paycheck coming next week.

Bo is playing his guitar on a porch tonight, and prior to his melanchony tunes, we'll eat delicious food there.

That movie about a boy who can do magic is coming out next week.

I don't know, I have my senses and a place to live and a family that loves me, my health and no impending lion attacks?

It's the simple things, really.