Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thoughts on Guarding Lives, Dormy McDermott, & Running Out of Posting Material
These are my sunglasses. That is a pool. And that is me, reflected in said sunglasses. They're the awesome aviators (I know you're jelly) I bought from Newbury Comics up in Boston before the end of the spring semester and I love them. Even though they're a little scratched from riding around in my bag with my keys all the time.
Also note that I have the Sprint Instinct, which is literally so obsolete, they don't make the driver software available anymore. It's a miracle my phone even connects to my computer.
Also note the empty pool and deck. I mostly sit and read, alone, at this job, unless friends decide to visit. I've tried a bit of writing, too, but ever since my friend said she used to write letters here to her boyfriend at boot camp and our boss would read them, I've been a little paranoid. I'm still going to give it a try, though. How awesome a story to tell, about how I finished that collection of poems or short stories, or that novel, that summer I worked at the Harbour Club?
I miss you, Dormy. You were a nice place to live in Boston :'(
I can't already be losing steam. Can I?
I usually come up with something to share, when I actually sit down and write. But I'm always so busy all day and then exhausted at night. Sometimes I wish I could just skip the computer and go to bed at a normal hour and sleep forever. I've been working a lot and trying to spend time with friends; life's crazy. Good crazy, getting tan and enjoying myself crazy, but still...really crazy. I'm really tired. And I don't like struggling for topics.