maybe i will work tonight, finish reading another book, 'voluntary madness' by norma. The final paper of my degree was submitted, like that, passively, and perhaps itll pass, i can hope. then i'm free to dog down on web-dev once more, at last to get the website published for ronan and i, Fabrikat, and i can travel, and do so many things in utter freedom. a brenzy horoscope said i would get rich this year, the card was solitude, which is a perfect description of where i'm at and where ive been for the last year. is it already january? 2021 or whatever, lets hope i can ignore it! even more so, that what is outside is somewhat frivolous, can i work tonight? can i polish off the website, and bring it to fruition? sure. i need to buy a blender, frozen fruit, almond milk, i honestly haven't been eating enough fruit since i got here, shqipëria, it lasted a long time, just to go asunder, broken into a new world, without tradition, or rather old ones replaced by the traditions of materialistic dreams, of a materialistic hell scape. The language is coming for me, and i will travel a bit, and speak to locals, though first, the blender, and a black puffy coat, and maybe jeans, or something, though if i stick to the coast the frost will barely touch me. ive thought about returning to burrel, though its subfreezing, i wouldn't have a good time, yet if i bundle up enough, who knows, maybe a four day stint, a hair cut, a convening with Adam, a stay at his cottage, just next to an old commie tunnel.
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