Things are looking up. I'm terrified. I'm on the edge of some (more) huge changes. I don't know how I feel about this and how many I'm ready to accept, but I'm working toward something different. I don't know if it's better, but it's different.
I miss everyone like crazy.
My belongings are everywhere because I never pick anything up. I have two binders, a blanket, two canvas bags, a bathrobe, various purse innards, a newspaper, a notepad, a sweater, and mail on the floor near my feet right now. Oh, and four library books, and that doesn't even count the books I seem to have misplaced. (I was attempting to read Mrs. Dalloway again. I got as far as I did last time. I just can't seem to follow it. It's somewhere around here.)
Things I seem to be good at accumulating, now that all my stuff is in one place:
- Pens with varying levels of ink.
- Odd batteries.
I am odd. I am tired. Good night.