And I want to be someone who believes
May. 23rd, 2004 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI have spent the day in the garden, revising in relative peace and quiet. This is in contrast to the morning, when I was dragged out of bed at six thirty and made to function like a human being. I didn't like that. I never do.
My mother flew in at seven in the morning, tired but cheerful. She came bearing gifts, as they say; I am now the proud owner of two handfuls of beads and the most gorgeous wooden necklace cum dog collar - it's big and obtrusive and I love it.
I think I can't write and think clearly because my mind is saturated with the anthology poetry; twelve annotated poems and the texts for the second section. Some of the poetry is beautiful and so I don't want to analyse it, I want to read it and love it, but I have no choice in the matter.
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amchau and I are reaching new levels of weird co-dependency.
My mother flew in at seven in the morning, tired but cheerful. She came bearing gifts, as they say; I am now the proud owner of two handfuls of beads and the most gorgeous wooden necklace cum dog collar - it's big and obtrusive and I love it.
I think I can't write and think clearly because my mind is saturated with the anthology poetry; twelve annotated poems and the texts for the second section. Some of the poetry is beautiful and so I don't want to analyse it, I want to read it and love it, but I have no choice in the matter.
As a general comment,
amchau and I are reaching new levels of weird co-dependency.