i've decided to go back to journaling.

i'm thinking of putting together another poetry manuscript. i've been reading over some of my poetry that wasn't included in ordinary things and i think i can whip it into shape without too much editing. i'd at least have a good sized chapbook.

it's quiet this morning. faith is still asleep and skippy is curled up on the love seat. the blinds are still closed so there's not that much light coming in. i wish i had plans for today. all my days are filled with sameness. it's a pleasant sameness, but it's a sameness nonetheless. but i'll take this dull sameness over th excitement of my acting out days every time.

i've got a fresh cup of coffee. i think i'll go stretch out in the recliner till faith gets up.