see, these weeks - they're long. and days seem like two or more. and mornings come sooner than i'm ready for them. and then evenings don't come soon enough.
i'm just so ready for a dawn. a new begining. a fresh start. a job with a paycheck and a desk. and maybe even a window to look out of. a place for my books and the picture of B and I parasailing in florida on New Year's day. a spot for my plant and for the AP Style Guide I've had since college. And Strunk and White need somewhere to go, too. now, they're just inhabiting a box that was hastily packed at a moment's notice. the same box with postcards and photos and buttons and pencils and notebooks full of ideas.