7 October, 1998

Raw

That's the weather today, not a feeling of the heart or a bad wrestling show on television.

It's October weather, with it's wide gray skies, bought at the expense of the other October weather which is clear blue sky with a crisp smell of smoky leaves gilded by the sun. That one we had earlier today. NOw we have the gray and I can feel the rawness oozing in through the glass which is all that stands between me and a seven story void.

I am reading Tolkien again, as I often do at this time of year, revelling in his phrases, his rolling pastoral landscapes and many memories of simpler times. I do not look at the mountain of work that I need to do for school. Not right now, not here at work, where I struggle to stay awake. Of course when I get home I will probably be wide awake when I attempt to take a nap. Conversely I will sit on the couch to read and the kittens will crawl up into my lap and I will doze until Sabs' comes home wasting much precious time in the process.

I travel around the web today, between costume sites and diaries, and bad action figure renditions of the Star Wars films and get lost in strange swirling thoughts as my fingers slowly freeze.