early early in the morning when that particular morning smell of dew hangs low in the air outside and the sun's rays are only about peaking out; or late into the black night when there are only a few squares of yellow flickering lights on the building elevations outside; with a dash of mellow music - i like these times.
feelings i like: being happy, making people happy, being inspired, appreciated, the slight reflective melancholy - not the depressive self-depreciating type -, making plans, being busy - not the busy till i can't sleep type -, the euphoria of the after-run (the feeling that you're really in tune with your physical self is A-a-mazing).
feelings i detest: guilt, stupidity, extremely tired, unaccomplished, meanness.
the work and act of creation is an ironic one. sometimes the urgency of deadlines make you churn out the stuff but i hate that feeling of urgency.
amongst other things, i really need to write, feed the inner person, writing to manifest the concrete-ness of oneself, that kind of thing.
tomorrow's time to change the bedsheets from white to black.
dear husband i have an idea for our cheap, live sort of christmas tree this year. my style. remind me later at home thank you.
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