Taming: ants, hair and Quincy.
I briefly thought that everyone had quit Tumblr, recognizing that I haven’t seen much of many of you lately. Maybe you haven’t been around - I wouldn’t know. Truth is, I have found myself bored with the Internet. I would hate to think that my job - as piddly and barely creative as it is - has provided the sort of sense of purpose that the Internet used to bring, thus making the Internet itself seem like a total snooze. It isn’t something I’ve been consciously avoiding. There are a lot of interesting things on the Internet, people like (some of) yourselves included! I reckon this is just one of those phases we go through, that I am going through as I adjust to a new routine. My god, I do like a routine - haven’t had one of these in three years! To get up at the same time, drink coffee and watch the news, to go to sleep around about the same time reading a book, well - it makes me sound downright old-womanly, but hell, I’ll take it. I’m enjoying myself.
So what if I spent the weekend doing my taxes, reorganizing an ant farm, collecting six bags for Goodwill, fixing my record player’s speakers and drinking spiked cider? I’m thrilled. Things are in order, I’m prepared to sally forth into the great unknown. I have an entire box of stationary for letter writing. I have traded out supplies in my everyday art supply bag to things I’m more likely to use everyday. I have found some new music and have a small stack of books to read. I have promised myself to make/write one thing (though small it may be), and to read (even if it is just 10 pages) daily. Things are well. I hope you’re well. Maybe I’ve missed you.
