faded

i lay in bed, with my grandmother next to me (she finally decided to visit), and after days of having nothing to write, no real thoughts (dont forget the mayo, coffee, etc does not count), without explanation, without inspiration, the thoughts started pouring in, too fast to remember, i practically cried at the thought of having no way to record them. i worked out my financial problems, i discovered the genesis for something i've been trying to write for a long time, i thought of all the clever things i should say to my decieving, manipulative roomate, and i finally came up with some long-sought-after synonyms. of course, with no pen or paper readily at my side, it was all lost. i woke up dry, groggy, my mind cobwebby after last night's glut of inspiration....

grrr.

- on 2003-01-11 at 11:01 a.m.

wilted - blooming