not entirely policy.

and i was doing so well, too. adhering to this personal resolution of mine to write more. in recent days, however, i've found that my level of interest potential has waned considerably; as i lamented earlier, all i seem to be doing is working and plotting. sleeping enters into it somewhere, but i'm not certain where. it doesn't make itself present nearly enough, that's for sure.

it all ultimately feeds into a sort of exhaustion and drudgery induced delirium, and this is where the rub comes in: there are things happening, things being felt, things being written, things that ARE INTERESTING simmering beneath the surface of this complex country girl. there's enough rattling around my brainpan to feed at least ten songs, to create some sort of really short novel, to talk about in polite conversation. i have so much to think about right now; i just really don't want to talk about it.

and i wonder how long i have before that last sentence kills me.

difficult to say.

instead, i leave you with a brief cataloguing of things that i have been enjoying lately, and an open encouragement for anyone to email me (because the comments remain broken) with a rational explanation of why i can't shake this.

part one: listening to the bbc radio feed at work; hugh laurie; taking pictures; avocados; maker's mark, no ice; wonderfalls on dvd; watching the snow fall; realizing i haven't been into manhattan for at least two weeks, possibly longer; reintroducing vanilla soy milk to my diet; having a steady paycheck; hugh laurie.

part two: the address is in the sidebar.