Old Sweaters and Cold Feet

No, right now I am not reforming marriage. I am not even standing on the promises. I am unmotivated and cannot concentrate-- a new diagnosis of ADD. My mind is spinning like a rodent wheel but there is no hamster spinning it. Defect, waiting for the recall. But no, minds never get recalled. They either run out of batteries or get electricuted. Either way, mine is not working. Kind of like an old sweater. The kind you wear because sweaters are good to wear and you'd look odd not wearing one but it otherwise is quite useless. I wore one of those today... it was cold but it is a nice sweater. That is what my brain is. I have one, not because it works, but because I would look silly not carrying one around with me.

Socks, on the other hand, are fabulous. Not in a gay way. Tall socks pretty much rock the casbah. I am wearing some right now. Why? My feet are cold. They are covered with cloth now. The modern version of the fig leaf: to cover my shame.

Reforming Marriage has a picture of a couple asleep at a dinner table. I wish I were them. Or at least one of them, I dont think i'd like to be both. Sleep. Food. Both? Heaven. My crummy guitar is on the end of the couch-- heaven knows how much I wish I would make time to play that thing. I have found my pride issue-- it is so hard to lower myself to that thing. I want so bad to have my angel back. An angel among mortals. To hear its sound again, to behold its lovely form, to feel the smooth strings... oh, heaven. This indeed is true love. The kind that needs no Reformation, the kind that no sleep could keep you from.

I feel like the Muse has left me. This goes for Blog as well as Email as well as Papers. I sat down to write two abstracts last night, and what did I come up with? A story about a man who left his childhood in the parking lot, came back when he was a man and found it had turned into a turtle that couldnt jump (for turtles are not rabbits, he concluded). LAAAAME. I meant it gave me some entertainment, even tho I broke my aim to be sane this year. Yes, no more of those stories for as long as I can help it. Why? I dont know, mostly because no one really understands them. Maybe I will be a closet insane writer. Maybe. I wont tell.

Right now I am supposed to devote my brain to Latin. Am I? No, the latin Muse has never visited me ever, and she is remaining consistent. So I decided to read Lordship. Am I? No, I am not. What am I doing? Listening to the Idol (billy idol, you puritans, not a literal idol) and writing a blog post that has nice happy clouds on it. If one is to have clouds they may as well be happy.

I have once more been drinking tea and eating ramen. Life is back to where I left it, and this time it has not turned into a ground-ridden turtle (thank goodness). Pomegranate Tea... so good. With a mite of sugar in it. I only have a bag left. But have no fear, I am well stocked with both Black and Peppermint.

I cant wait for free time. I will knit, quilt, and READ and STUDY the things I feel like reading and studying, without any looming grade raincloud (an unfriendly cloud). Thats the most attractive thing about summer.

I have this siloette picture of the Abbey Road picture, and I think its not done well because Lennon looks like Ben Franklin.

Does anyone read these anymore because I feel that my quality has slackened cuz I dont think anyone really reads this. So tell me and maybe I'll shape up. Maybe.

If I were a weather man, I'd say:
The ice and snow is slowly melting. Quite a bit of it is melting (due to the sunshine and friendly clouds), but there is still a bunch of slippery ness I come across on my journey to school. And it is a bit warmer, although I still get very chilled with the wind and all.
But as I'm not, I wont.

Know what just came to mind? Lion Shooter Bill. haaaaaahahahahaha! The end of that memory.

When I have free time I"ll shape this blog up and make it a bit more fun. Like Kaleb/Rob's maybe. I'll spend more time. As it is now, I just blah around and count it good.

I hope your clouds are friendly.