by the stats i am doing good. i don’t know if i will hit a 100% for the year but i am trying.
let me see if i can put this in human words.
i forgot my books and tried to entertain myself during my lunch hour.
of course, i had Florence and the Machine blasting away. i have been on STRONG kick with her music of late.
now, by the end of the day i felt blar. it wasn’t a bad day, it wasn’t a good day, it wasn’t a mid day, it was just a day that made me feel blar all over.
and while that feeling was washing all over me, there was another feeling.
at some point, i posted this:
Why do I feel that just boiling under my skin is my greatest power? Like, between this backpack of notebooks and black pens, I’m going to find something profound?
i know that reading Kissing the Limitless by T. Thorn Coyle and listening to Florence and the Machine has been resetting my mind. i feel that if i keep this up, i’m going to open a portal and leave this realm.
and i don’t know what this great knowledge is, where it’s coming from, or what’s it’s going to be. i just had this wave wash over that, it’s coming. ready or not, it’s coming for me.
somehow i lost time and just now realized that next week is Thanksgiving.
oh joy.
i need to work on getting things better, in the basement. i made some progress and then stop. i need to get the next leg done and keep on plugging away.
the big kicker is, once i have a spot clean, is to keep it that way. i need to go back to reading that cleaning workbook.
it snowed.
i got a wind of inspiration for my vampire story.
i got too in my head when i first tried writing it. i wanted it to be “real” and fuck it. there is no need for it to be real. it’s a vampire fairy tale. i can Disney the edges of it.
