Thursday

Drank two cups of tea tonight, and let the third one go cold.

Today I was hurled through a spectrum of emotions, and I'm left feeling numb. I am not sad but I am not happy either, instead I sort of slowly move through a haze. I've been really concentrating on my personal projects lately (Writing), along with losing a little itty-bitty teeny-tiny bit of weight and training for speed on my bike. I vaguely structure my time, but if I don't follow the rules, I forgive myself. I'm really focusing on myself and the things that please me. It's a lot of smoking, putting on some incense, some music, and reading delicious fluffy young adult fantasy novels.

I'm also trying to fend off a cold or allergies or something. I've developed an annoying cough. The smoking, of course, does not facilitate my recovery.

I was going to do some writing, but found myself reading and drawing instead. I was always disappointed with my drawings, to be honest, feeling that I could only achieve results after much laboring and erasing, and even then, my results were not what I envisioned. I am learning to unlearn and draw as I used to draw as a kid: which was sitting for hours caressing one graphite line until it curved just so.

Earlier today I caught my bicycles engaged in conversation.



What could they be saying do you think?

They might be discussing my messy messy apartment. And the pink bike is bored, I am certain.

Hurry up with my new tires, Nashbar!