I’m sitting here, my girl is overseas, I am running on caffeine and brief, weird sleep. No feeling for this work. More than usual though. Want to curl up in a ball and play strategy games.
Maybe I’ll cancel my plans forever and revisit a fully-modded Close Combat 5
Feeling alright though, actually. Pretty calm. Letting it all wash over me. I feel like I am lying just below the surface of calm water, in the sand on the edge of the beach. In no danger. Quite at ease.
Finished a project, several more on the go. Writing. Acting. Music. Got to sort myself out with that last one, get something new going on. I need direction. But that’s okay – it will come.
Is this becoming a fucking journal? I hope not. Stream of consciousness darling, stream of consciousness.
Just a few drops of rain outside. I love watching rain from my office. Makes me feel cosy. There is hair in my face. Have a little water – I’m a healthy fucker.
Apparently I’m swearing more than I used to these days, but that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.