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Jan. 25th, 2004 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tedwordsThere's a haze that hangs over you for hours after a good session of writing. It's a nurturing field that sustains you as you climb up the ladder and reenter the real world, and once again take on the day-to-day mundane.
You know, the everyday. The series of simple complications that life continually throws your way. Like whether your vacuum is sucking up enough dust. Like whether you should splurge and go ahead and buy that of jar pimento-stuffed olives. Like what note your toilet is singing when it makes that loud streaming gurgle right after you flush it, or whether your blacks match, or how much you can afford to chip in for Chinese food tonight.
It’s nice to be enjoying that haze right...about...now.
But I really am concerned about the Chinese food thing. I've got a mojo for crab rangoon something fierce.
You know, the everyday. The series of simple complications that life continually throws your way. Like whether your vacuum is sucking up enough dust. Like whether you should splurge and go ahead and buy that of jar pimento-stuffed olives. Like what note your toilet is singing when it makes that loud streaming gurgle right after you flush it, or whether your blacks match, or how much you can afford to chip in for Chinese food tonight.
It’s nice to be enjoying that haze right...about...now.
But I really am concerned about the Chinese food thing. I've got a mojo for crab rangoon something fierce.
