I find myself wondering if anyone actually sits down and reads these whole things. Hmm...
4:44pm CDT, Saturday August 11th.
Okay, so I'm wiped out again. Not really physically-I got a good seven hours of sleep last night- but mentally and emotionally. I'm just tired of stress; tired of appointments; tired of deadlines. Why do people care so much about going so fast? Isn't the whole point of life to try and enjoy it a little?
This morning, the nicest thing happened. Time slowed down. Have you ever noticed that sometimes, the minutes fly by, while other times they crawl? Well, for once time slowed when I wanted it to- the middle of the night and early morning. I wake up periodically in the night, and when I did and checked my clock, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I still had several hours in which to sleep. So when I got up, I was more rested.
My hair is getting really long. Part of me wants to cut it, because it's such a bother, but that little vain part of me wants to keep it. It's just over halfway down my back now, and it looks like fire waving in the sunlight; gossamer strands of gold and copper bound together in a lock. Perhaps I'm stuck up about it, but it's one of the few things I can honestly say I like about me.
I started something I call a random thought journal. I tend to think of really neat things, or of stuff I have to do, and then forget it entirely a few seconds later. I bought a little spiral notebook and started recording the random thoughts in it. Perhaps one day I shall make a scrapbook out of it. *ponders*
Well, I ought to go run my errands. Journal writing is quite therapeutic, though. Incidentally, who has an online journal or diary somewhere else? Will you link it in a post?
--Angela
