I kind of don’t know what to do with myself.

Went to the gym with baby bro this morning. Was home by noon.
Took a nap. Watched some Youtube… and?

The class has been pretty dead for two days and I sent out warning letters on Thuresday.
I actually finished the Haunting of Bly Manor. That was an unfortunate nearly a year in the making. But, it’s done. I’m eyeing my next perspective thing on my watch list. Wizard’s 24 hour thing was completed mostly from my bedroom.

So… ?
It takes me a while to come around, but here I am.
As promised, trying to get back into habits and form new ones.
Here I am listening to Chopin.

Bly Manor was alright.
I think I liked Hill House a little more. Still, the storytelling is great.
There isn’t a whole lot of lose threads. Kudos for tight writing.

I did have some Diet Pepsi today at KFC. (Their prices went up!! The $5 meals are down three options.)
That’s the first glass in about a week. I think I’m doing great going cold turkey on it.

Now, if I could just stop feeling like a lump on a toad without purpose.
Don’t worry. I’ll find it. You, dear reader, are a part of that.

Tomorrow… tomorrow, I think I’d like to go back to the gym but it’s a Brillient event day in Wizards. Maybe I’ll spend a good chunk of the day tooling around downtown. If I’m intrepid enough, I’ll go to the gym first and then work on the event since it doesn’t begin until the afternoon. That’s really a thought. I’ll be nice and exausted at the end. A tired body tends to equate to a clear mind.

But, I know I’ll want to go on Monday too.
My knee is still hurting and don’t want to stress it too much. But still, I like to feel that every day is full.
Full of what is in question. Just full.

There is so much in my head that I want to write.
I crave these quiet times but… poof. I need my hunky muse to rub my shoulders.

I wish I had a writer’s community.
People that I could share my work with. Interactivity, I guess, is what I’m looking for. Projects are more fun if there are other people and I had an audience to write for.


So…

She stares out the window
Lost and forelorn
Watching the golden hair below
Splash, crash, and play.

In her gray town world,
She loved him and he her.

But, life is short and hers was
Cut before he was born.
Abandoned, but quietly still,
She awaits for her personal sunrise.