August 3rd, 2009

eurydice james: pepperlandgirl4

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The one thing that's getting hammered home by forcing myself to post something everyday is that my life is terribly mundane, lol. I've sat here with this stupid post entry open for 2 hours, trying to think of something to write about.

There was certainly nothing in my day that was unusual. Went to Goodwill, did some packing, wrote. Other than telling the guy at Goodwill I didn't need a receipt, it was another of those days where I didn't say a word until Craig walked in the door. And even after that, once he disappeared to work at 8:30, after having been home for 90 minutes, I was back to silence.

Is that weird? How much alone am I on that?