You are a real bitch and you bring me down to my knees. I'm struggling to get past you and all the work you dumped on me while a perfectly horrid cloudy weather day proceeds outside the confines of this windowless office.
There are times when I am not even aware that it is raining/snowing. Tres pathetic.
And March, is it March already goddamit? Has time warped? It was just January yesterday wasn't it?
Yesterday's torments have led me to a busy music filled cafe where soft chatter is like a balm to my soul. Theatricals, always :)
Mini-epiphany of the soul. There is a utter lack of self-consciousness when I write. Formal dances make me vaguely wooden, singing utterly cripples me. Writing then and bad bollywood dancing are my comfort zone.
Summer is creeping in on us after this long long winter. I can see it in the melting snow and the blinding sunshine.
Ah yes, that Memphis trip. Here are the promised pictures, taken by a modern Superwoman : Pictures :)