wasting time

i have so much free time right now. i mean, i have stuff to do, and do stuff, but i also have an incredible amount of free time. free time i use watching some television and reading a lot. free time i'm using to build a network and start a st. louis chapter of the new leaders council (and if you have friends or contacts in st louis that might be interested in helping, please put us in touch). but i've still got lots of time and don't understand why am i not writing more?

i am totally up to date on current affairs, and certainly have opinions about the budget, subsidies of all sorts, what's going on in wisconsin and in libya. but i've really nothing to say about them. i have a novel i've half written that needs a lot of work before it'll near completion, and i've a list of things i want to write about, as well as a book of unusual ideas to spark up my muse and twist me around outside my comfort zone. but i've nothing to write.

there's a part of me that feels guilty that i'm wasting so much writing time, another part that reminds me to enjoy it all while i can, and another part that just asks, 'wtf'.

~k

a head of air

i've nothing to say.

the end.

~k

weekend fail?

i had three things on my to-do list for the weekend: target (i'm down to using travel containers of toiletries), trader joe's (i haven't bought groceries since january), and taxes (i still have 11 days). that list, uh, remains untouched. but i guess the impromptu and most random adventures, nestled between bouts of hard core hibernation, and an afternoon battling with bleach, means the weekend wasn't completely wasted.

even if my ever-growing list of chores and errands rolls into next week...

sigh.

~k

afternoon wishes

i wish i could wiggle my nose and make unexpired half 'n half appear in my fridge.

~k

home sweet home

i wish what i wanted was in los angeles. this place is amazing, i love it here, and i haven't met the thing that beats walking out of lax. cuz no matter where i've been, it's not as beautiful as it is here.

~k