do one thing that scares you each day. thats what they say. i find it odd that even little things scare me. well, not scare, but i'd rather not do them. in which case i have done many today already, including asking the man at the library to get books for me from the stack. or wandering around the ghost-town photography corridor wondering how i am going to rescue my coursework and eventually having the courage to ask the technician...
he was very sweet. and he had amazing eyelashes (today is an eyelash day). not overly thick or dark or long (sighs...) but they framed his eyes like a star.
tomorrow i will buy knitting needles.
i think i should read before i go to sleep. i have a very big book rosseau's "confessions" it is red and old and i can anticipate it's weight on my legs through the cover as i sit in bed. hopefully it will tire me enough so i fall asleep right away, rather than, like the last few weeks, staying awake wth conversations running through my head, and imagined emails until i have to get out of bed and actually write them before i get any peace...
federer has cut his hair.
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