uncommoncold

[So, you called me this morning. My voice was still raspy from this cold that only seems to linger until I've fully woken up, but you didn't mention it. Our conversation wasn't awkward. You asked me how I was doing, what exams I had left, when I was heading home to Comox for the holidays, and if I would like to get together sometime soon. I sat on the kitchen floor with my legs crossed and the cordless phone pressed against my ear and let imprints of your voice whistle into my memory. We spoke as though we had never made love, but not once did we mention the weather.]

Today was one of those days spent "studying"- that is to say, I would go into my bedroom and memorize vocabulary for half an hour, and then take a "break" to go check out the internet as though I hadn't been on it for days weeks months. Tomorrow's the Latin exam. I don't know enough yet, but I should by then. These reflexive pronouns are certainly re-flexing their muscles all over my brain.

[I am not jaded. I remember back when I wanted to feel angsty and as though I had been dealt a rough hand in life, but those days have long since vanished. I am not defined by what I choose to oppose. I am affirmation enough.]

The clarity of thought I experienced yesterday has maintained itself quite nicely. I'm not one to judge whether or not that manifests itself in my writing, but I'm sure H.L. Mencken would have something to say about that.

in love with love and lousy poetry

I just learned how to do "tabbed browsing", and my internet life suddenly became a thousand times more thrilling. (Lie.) But I do so love my computer. (Truth.)