This is how it goes, you'll get angry at yourself and think you can think of something else.

I tried to tap into my southern gentlement roots and write up some thank-you cards for birthday gifts. I got two done and my hand started to cramp. Times like this I wish I had a typewriter because I could correspond faster and easier but it would seem a bit more personal than just an e-card or e-mail. I like the tangible nature of handwritten cards. Problem is the words are less legible and thoughts are often abbreviated when it comes from me.

Thank you to everyone who came out to my birthday/housewarming party on Friday night, you made for a lovely evening. Everyone else who couldn't make it was missed as well.

Yesterday I slept in, than read an article on the American myth of writer's block, then talked to grocerygetter on her lunch break, then took a nap, then went to jacking_hoff's for a photo shoot and on the bus ride there, I brainstormed about a topic for my critical paper. I love riding the bus, I just wish they ran as frequently as trains. They do have the advantage of often dropping me closer to destinations than trains, plus the above-ground factor. Subways can unconsciously depress me at times, in addition to occasionally tapping into my claustrophobia and fears of being buried alive.

After the photo shoot, which was not only painless but even fun, DYA and I went to the video store and unintentionally planned a movie marathon yesterday, which was nice to just relax and decompress together and sit around on the couch watching movies. Today we're finally getting around to cleaning up from the party -- not that it was too terrible, hence us being able to leave it alone for half the weekend.

I feel like the weather is exactly matching my mood: sporadic sunshine, sporadic gloom, rejuvenating rain, opressive heat, pleasant breeezes, quick changes between them all with no notice. Okay, a silly cliche metaphor I know, but I'm no poet.

I'm doing well, having been back one week and one week into this career metamorphisis period, just sort of dealing with various aftermaths while trying to do some forward-thinking. That sounds so....cryptically boring. Mostly what I'm talking about it rethinking how I use my time. So much of my thinking has been stuck on this 9 to 5 schedule and certain things should happen at certain times rather than just doing things either when I feel like it or when they need to happen. If I want to spend my weekends writing and doing school work and my weekdays socializing, well, that's my prerogative now. This is remarkably freeing, but also a bit daunting to have so much time and freedom spread out in front of me. So I need to create some structure for myself. It's sort of fun and weird to be in a place where I can make myself whoever I want to be right now. I just don't want to wuss out on myself.

Time to do less thinking, more doing.

( weekly horoscope )

For some reason I think this "myseterious stranger" is someone I already know. Like myself.