Blog Lite
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
Today was a hello, (hello kitty Leo) to a bit of my old self; a self I might not have glimpsed for years.
And the countdown continues and I am feeling sad and unanchored today with the idea of losing this.
10 days and counting… here we go. Tomorrow is August, and while I am relieved, I am shocked.
Boy, am I beat. But I just ate six pot stickers, back to back, (gross) and feel super sleepy and a little guilty, but very satisfied. I have to say, coming back to writing after four days off feels weird, and what’s even weirder is that, this, my blog, is going away a week from [...]
Which is why I can’t right, opps, I mean write, much. It is kind of ironic, but I need to go back down to the gallery and write excerpts from this, my dear blog, onto the wall of a little gallery that is charming and funky and also sells chocolate and jewelry.
The reason I don’t post last night is I was working on my exhibition that is all about this blog, and I swear, time ran away from us, and when I got home last night I remembered I had to sit down and write, only to notice that it was 1am.
