if its not one thing

i managed to clean my kitchen. spic and span. fantastic. top to bottom. cupboards. top of fridge. ok, i didn't get to the floor, but I cleared out a bunch of junk. threw out old spices. took out the recycling.

but what didn't I do. or rather, what did I leave until the last minute. my writing. my work. oh, there's so much to do!

i wish i had some deep thoughts tonight. aside from figuring out that its people who bring out what's best or worst in me. when i'm alone it all feels so neutral, like i could move in any direction. but the people are what move me. challenge me. inspire me. enrage me. sadden me. cheer me up.

i can hear the trains against the tracks. squealing. i love the sound of trains at night. especially those nights when its quiet enough to hear them. usually that means that its not raining. the streets have to be dry for me to hear the trains.

my plants are dying.

i want to rearrange my furniture.

good night