Well, I have gone and done it. It's 6:00am (regardless of the pacific time zone stamp i believe will be imposed below) and i'm feeling the tension between productivity and sleep. In a keen diversionary tactic i visited the only two readily packaged, waiting, binary, one-sided conversations known to me, and was glad to read them both. The contemorary letter--blog, less the 39 cents, but still demanding anticipation and waiting. Some bloggers seem to wait days, even weeks before pinching a post. Myself waited a couple of years.
Today was the day, though. Avoiding the design and vocabulary of a retreat center nestled in the Konza Prairie of Kansas, frustrated with streaky and inconsistant gradient washes in watercolor, and avoiding the 8 degree weather that cuts through my wool coat as if it were gamma radiation.
(hmm, did the knee-jerk reaction of Ctrl-S and recieved a pleasant suprise--yeah for user friendly, idiot designs).
So, as i finish my white faux porcelin tea cup of sake, i bid thee welcome to thine musings.
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How odd.
These musings of yours.
I pause over them,
pause and drink whatever it is that I have left.
But pause all the same.
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