nightdaze

things lost in the dark
2002-12-18 13:24:29 (UTC)

tea on a cold day.

i'm addicted to writing.
there's a book that i'm so engrossed in right now by milan
kundera called 'the unbearable lightness of being'. it's
been so long since i fell in love with a book, since i have
layed in bed with one all day, since i have savoured every
word.
this book, at the moment, sounds better than sex.
i want to keep reading so i can loose myself in it and not
think about what needs to be thought about. i don't want
to think about going to dublin tomorrow, i don't want to
think about being back in canada in two and a half weeks.
i don't want to plan the trip to amsterdam/prauge with
brent nor do i want to get out of bed in the mornings. i
can't make a decisions right now becuase someone is going
to end up getting hurt and it will be all my fault.
the sun is out right now, which is strange considering it's
colder than it has been in weeks. this is nothing like
canda weather...scotlands cold cuts right into the center
and you can't be rid of it until you have a hot bath and a
warm cup of milk. i tried this last night after my
flatmate turned off the heat in my room but slipped and
fell in the tub and thus injuring my elbow when falling
directly on it and a large portion of my buttocks. how sad.
i work in an internet cafe...it is extrememly unsatisfying
but it a decent job for a traveller. it allows for time to
write, stand around, drink free tea and meet a number of
travellers- also some nutters who i can't be bothered to
deal with.
i don't hurt today (minus last night's fall) which is a
welcome change.




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