||[Nov. 8th, 2006|12:18 pm]
If there is anyone there would they kindly make themselves known. No peeking. Put down the pasteboard mask. Be forthcoming. The floorboards creak and I see footprints forming in the the flour I cunningly scattered earlier. This is a strange old house. the rusty pipes rattle even when the bluebirds sing. I wish I had rainbows but at this time of life that can hardly be expected. Maybe the captain will show up soon. I've missed him; lets be honest about this. He was never my lover but his thin rapier makes me squeal. The river runs slowly through its grey banks of piled up mud- slickly shining in the arc lights of the motorway.|
My fingers remind me I'm strange-looking.
My brain feels all gummed up, I'm tired of my own opinions and I thought cutting loose like this might free things up a bit.
I always enjoy your automatic writing.
My sense of the whimsical seems to have abandoned me when Kate left.
I think, for all my bravado, I am missing her and feeling disoriented.
I'm not even participating in this November's novel-writing month, although I signed up.
I can't wake up.
I've thought of taking a break from LJ. If I didn't have friends here (and you in particular) I think I would. It gets harder and harder to think of anything to write which isn't just a restatement of something I've said before.
I feel the same--and I worry that I'm not reading enough posts, and hurting people's feelings, or boring people, and it is becoming tiring to find something to say.
The first two years were fun, were play. Now it feels like a job.
(Hey!! Rumsfeld has STEPPED DOWN!!! Breaking news, noon.)
Yes, it feels like a job...
But Rummy's gone. Oh frabjous day, caloo, callay!
I'm grateful to Bush for not telling anyone till the election was over.
It made it easier for the Democrats to win.
People are now criticizing him for lying to the press, but I'm glad!
One more seat confirmed, and the Senate is in Democratic hands.
Wow, all I wanted! (Well, leaving Iraq would be the best thing.)