Wednesday, November 4, 2009


It's November. It will be December soon. I want it to be December.

I'm exhausted. I can't say I don't know why, but I wish there was something that could be actually done about it. But there isn't. The Teacher is still high maintenance. The house is still a wreck. I still have to study.

And I'm not writing.

And life sucks.

And someday I'm going to leave home and then it will all magically be better.

And if I believed that I would run away.

I hate being realistic.

1 comment:

  1. At least you know better! Think what a slap in the face reality is when it dawns on newlyweds that their happily ever after contains overflowing toilets, overdrawn bank accounts and babies with colic!

    The key is to find joy in the moment. I think you do a pretty good job of that, so lecture over. (;