The
light is on, i have been noding for hours on the only
phone line in this
apartment. For the second night
running, my "boyfriend" is snoring,
sleeping in his clothes on my bed, feet away from me. I talk about him behind his back, and even when he's facing,
blowing bubbles at me.
Today i was
egregiously playing on
E2 at
work. I was captivated by
real-time development,
captivated by the
audience. If i tried, i could hit 200 nodes tonight, but
i overdid it last night. I resolve not to make
landmark nodes; i want to add something
worthwhile.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
My news recently: i just moved up a level (already! last night there weren't levels!). I am far too excited when someone
cools my nodes (especially if
it's dem bones, because in my mind i have cooled many of his).
I have no one to tell these things to. I no longer am interested in cooking or eating or much else. I have lost all my
mirth. I am starting to
slouch and i'm not that tall to begin with.
This is a
funk.
This is
exciting. I am starting to remember how to write. This (
place,
people,
idea,
thing) is all that is interesting to me right now.