That Late Already?

Juuunnnoooo waaaas beeeiiinnng sooooo ssssloooooow... that I decided to spend the night dealing with stuff piled up in my documents folder. Damn, but I've collected a goatload of pictures! If I could get that CD writer to work, I could get some of them off my hard drive and quit worrying about losing them all in a drive disaster. Just as well I guess that I didn't spend all that much time on line tonight. I'd have just collected more stuff that I have no place to store. I haven't felt like writing much, anyway. Yes, I'm being lazy and self indulgent and abandoning my discipline. Spring Fever, I tell you, Spring Fever!


yeah, right

Mutations

The changeable days of April proceed and my mood changes with them. I can't decide to stay or go, read or stare at the sky, eat or nap, listen to music or wander around the streets looking at the flowers. I go out into the grey day wearing a jacket and the sun comes out and makes me too warm. It is so hard to focus on anything. The pollen must be psychoactive. The sensible thing to do is just enjoy it, I suppose. But I keep getting this nagging feeling that there is something else I need to be doing. What was it? I can't remember. I'm so glad I've never fallen in love with an April personality. I'd be useless year round.

Clogged?

Has the web been gummed up for the last couple of days, or is it just Juno? It's like one of those dreams where everything is in slow motion. At any rate, it matches my current brain speed. At the moment, I feel as though I could sleep for a week. There was other stuff I wanted to say, but I've forgotten already. Clever words have failed me.

listen to that hard drive humming of sleep.