Starbody

I’m tired. Not the slightly amusing, drink coffee-and-fix it kind of tired. The exhausted, drained-of-energy, will I ever recover kind of tired. But, not so tired that I can resist spending every waking moment with the boy. He’s such a great guy. And, now he’s a great guy with two teeth … and very sharp teeth I might add.

I’m not writing enough because I’m working too much.

And, in case you haven’t noticed, when I do write the quality is not what you’re used to on this top shelf site.

Okay, it’s not top shelf. But, it’s free and doesn’t have any ads.

Where am I going with all of this?

I don’t know.

I think I’ll lie down and listen to The Cocteau Twins, think about seeing Eastern Promises and wonder whether Ian Curtis will be well portrayed in Control.Or, I maybe I’ll just read a short story and drink a tall glass of ice water.

Or not. I think I’ll just close my eyes and listen to the sound of a clear night.