it's so cold lately.
i got home tonight and washed my scarves, my hair, and the bathtub. and it's still early. so now i'm sitting around in as many clothes as possible, thinking about all the little projects i have to finish, and how much i'm never going to finish any of them.
and what is the deal with words?
i've been trying to write things down more often because i have this theory that the more i write, the more likely i'll be to write something good. so far, it hasn't really been working. the only thing i like out of about a week's worth of words is 4 sentences about trees.
i'd stick to pictures, but i always forget my camera. maybe i'll just start dancing about things.
things i looked up today:
"jose arcadio buendia"
"star wars trumpet solo" (again)
"hudsucker proxy"
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
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