My new sleep patterns leave me feeling strange and disconnected from my dreams.
We do not typically celebrate Valentine's day at my house. Still, I would love a chocolate cake right about now.
I am drinking coffee and contemplating art for bb which should almost be called the SPRING issue, as the weather is downright balmy and I am perpetually behind schedule.
There is a pot of chili on the stove and there will be warm cornbread with honey and this makes me happy.
I have not worked on my manuscript for two weeks. I need to get back to it, but tend to spend my days off cleaning and resting and whatnot. I cannot afford a writer's retreat but perhaps I can create my own in a tiny room filled with books and silence where I can play with the chimeras in my head. Anything is possible.
Watching: Absolutely Nothing
Reading: Your Mind
Feeling: Like an Empty Aerosol Can
Eating: Lots of Cara Cara Oranges, which I don't want to share with anyone, plain bagels with cream cheese.
Scary Vending Machine Item of the Week: Hard-Boiled Eggs
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