Journal of a Cynic

ahhh!

01-11-00

Woke up ever so late this morning. I feel so much better. The past few days off I've had, I've insisted that John wake me up on his way to work, so I wouldn't sleep late and waste the day. So, for the past four weeks, I haven't been caught up on sleep. Today I drifted in and out for a couple extra hours, finally waking at 10:30. I spent the morning organizing one half of our bedroom with modular shelves and drawers, completing the shift of all our computer shit to the new desk, which is out in the dining room. The old desk is now the bottom half of the "dresser." The top half is the file cabinet and the plastic shelf units that my parents bought us. Beautiful.

John and I went to Macon today. I picked up a frame for our wedding picture and drank more coffee. Otherwise, not too much interesting happened around here today, which is exactly how I wanted it.


I am such an overachiever! I wrote another acrostic poem for my magnetic poetry calendar. I've begun to cheat a bit, adding words from my refrigerator set, and using abbreviations and contractions that I make up in my head when the magnets won't fit the words in my head. Hey, it makes for better shit. Don't knock it—YOU have to read it.

being you: like
leaping across a thousand years.
ask who can dream these days, I'll
tell you feasters and wanderers.

here is a secret: the moon shall not
ever fly from the velvety sky. you must
roar deep into the universe to see.

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