15 minutes to midnight, Friday.
Too many changes. Too many things to recount. Too many distractions. I write to capture life. Not just the tangibles.
For my sole benefit, these are seeds for future topics. I don't aim to be comprehensible here!
I've moved! And now I have a room. Things are still in a mess
Dulcimer exams.
She's left my life. Almost. A check in the mail for 3 lessons too many. A heart-shaped note. I stand. I retreat into my dreams, having forgotten how to cry.
The SMSes go silent
Just started work. We're having it pretty good thus far. Whatever has happened to a 15 years-old's dream?
Orientation program.
Facebooking and Scrabulous.
On free time pursuits and working life. Directions for the new year. How to feel fulfilled.
Tutoring next year? Appreciation is the best gift for a teacher.
Travel
Recent films
Recent concerts
Street angst
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