Slow down, you're falling asleep in traffic.

I am, right now, absolutely knackered. It's been a rough week. I know sometimes I take on way too much, and then get frustrated when I can't execute everything flawlessly. Work's been stressful, some friendships have been tense, the house is a disaster, I have tons of co-op stuff and I had an exam this week.

I forget sometimes how much emotions can weigh me down. But at the same time, there's so many bright sparkles in my day that I can't find myself completely overcome with the negative.

I have a list of at least 20 things to do this weekend.

I don't think I want to read about the debates.

I'm going to miss baseball. Can baseball change a life? Possibly. That's what I'm thinking right now anyway. Dad probably agrees. Strange that I'm going to miss baseball in a season in which we've lost over 100.

I miss blogging. My brain really seems to be lacking its ability to analyze and synthesize ideas. I have plenty of thoughts of what to write about, but never the opportunity to sit down and put them into the world.

I wish I were going to disneyland. Family. I miss thee.

The market and I have lost each other. Although it's unlikely I'll make it up by the time of work, I'll have to stop by tomorrow, if only to check on Lucy, my vendor. I miss market work and honestly, if I could make it a living I would.

The bed looks delicious right now.

Recently I learned e e cummings did not actually put the periods in his name, but rather journalists/reviewers added them to poke fun at his style of punctuation. I would like to find out more about this but I am too exhausted. Also I have a sudden desire to learn more about greek mythology. and the immune system.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis