Elusive Ink

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The Call
Regina Spektor



So...I went to bed at 10 (again) last night; and was up bright-eyed at 7:30. Well! Relatively bright-eyed!

In contrast to waking up yesterday morning to an Inbox flooded with LOST Soundtrack songs, I woke this morning to find one song. One unread email. I made myself crazy for about twenty minutes trying to figure out if it meant something, and finally resolved that it didn't matter. Either, it did...and it would be clear eventually, or it didn't and there was no point in stressing myself.

I got on with my day. Not an easy thing to do, I admit.

Two bagels, a webpage redesign, and half a novel later...I'm sitting here wondering why I'm about to fall asleep. I had such high ambition for my day, and now it's nearly 5:00. How did this happen?!

Can I blame it on the overcast weather? I think I will.

The only remotely productive thing I've done today is finish a (few) poem(s) *cough* and work on Cognoscenti, and Genevieve. Look for new chapters of each in the next day or two.

Well...no, I take that back, I've almost finished an entire novel and have actually half-finished an essay on Kafka's Metamorphosis. (Yes, the essay that was due a month and a half ago.) So I suppose that counts as having been decently productive. I'd really hoped to finish a couple of dissection labs for Biology, although I have absolutely no motivation to do so. Blech.

I love blogging.

More Later.