good chipotle salsa
old Henry Mancini music punctuated by funny disco sounds
poems by C.S. Lewis. brilliance.
things to read for class that I can't seem to dive into;
organic applesauce that tastes strangely spiked. maybe it's past its prime.
boy scouts selling expensive popcorn.
too many disparate and drifting thoughts that i've followed too far and then had to come back from.
a vague and massive confusion, manifesting itself as a tremendous, frustratingly un-dissect-able BLAH.
the 'where to?' and 'what to do?' questions--the big ones--lurking in my peripheral vision,
All The Time.
alone in the house.
looking for joy-- by pushing against the great pale BLAH, hoping to push hard enough to break through it. pushing by generating words. pushing with words.
we'll come through.
meanwhile, thanks for stopping by. i'm hazy, and hence wary of speaking;
but hazy people need human-touch too.
We'll just sit in His love.
