Not feeling so wonderful.

No time for diaries, no time for poetry, no time for rants or musings.

It's true what they say about renovations. Even though mine are going fairly well, it seems interminable and the stress is laid out across my shoulders like some fat cat.

It's true what they say about blended families. FUCKING HARD WORK.

It's true what they say about trying to be a writer. Prepare for lots of disappointment and heartache.

Dropping my ms into an assessor tonight. Which is good. Didn't get into the course I wanted. Which is bad.

Everywhere I turn, I am assaulted with noise and I really don't like it. Skipping buddhism class today and going back to bed to read.

How are you?