020507
it feels a typical monday. still very very cold. not-pretty light today. sleepy even after an outrageous amount of sleep last night. it is definitely hibernation time. almost weepy today. from a-not hearing from the girls in what feels like forever, even after practically humiliating myself begging. did betsy return from london safely? how is margaret’s poor jaw? b-sadBad dream about my poet last night. totally unreal, but one of those things that hangs on.
still wondering about journalling outloud online. maybe it is time to stop altogether? that would feel lonely, i think. wish i could make LJ look the way i want, if i am going to use it well. silly to be so concerned with the visual aspect, but hey. it’s mine. wondering also about etsy. the initial response was sweet, but now it is very quiet. i guess it is like that unless you spam daily, which i will NOT do. or if you are famous or something. wondering if i want to put some of my prepared books on there. yesterday, worked on a new one, trying to ascertain how long it takes to make one from the start. realized no one would buy them at a fair-to-me-too price. the preparing is the part i like best. then they sit there because i don’t know what to do next. thinking about prints. hmmmmmm. i don’t know…
i have my XA2 in my pocket. maybe the light will be pretty when i (finally) leave here today.