Still getting used to typing 2012. I’m said 2011 like sixteen thousand times already. Not actually that many.
Don’t get it right, just get it written. -James Thurber
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money. –Moliere
Writing only leads to more writing. -Sidonie Gabrielle
If you know what you are going to write when you’re writing a poem, it’s going to be average. -Derek Walcott
So I’m a morning person. I wake up without an alarm clock by 8:30 every day. On Sunday mornings I have a good three hours in the apartment to do as I please before anyone else pokes their heads out of their rooms. I lovelovelove it. But lately, as in since I came home, I’ve been sleeping till soso late. It’s awful. I just want to wake up early and go on a lovely walk/jog and then read to my heart’s content. But nope. I’m stuck in bed.
Okay. Done complaining about the stupidest thing ever. It’s actually really great that I don’t have to wake up at eight, hop in the shower, bike to class in the -14 degree blizzard and trudge around all day and ruin my shoes in the snow.
I’m glad to be home. Things I’m going to do: make a bookshelf, read all the books on my to-read list, take a couple classes online, figure out my life, get rid of these dreadful headaches, run, bike, take some art classes at Joann’s or MSJC.
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