I spoke with a friend yesterday who told me that me telling him I wasn't writing, was like him telling me that he wasn't drumming. It sounded absurd. So, I'm trying to write.

A lot has happened since summer started. That's when I stopped writing. I quit Circle K when she wanted me to work until 2:00am on a Friday night, alone, when I had a final the following Saturday morning at 8:00am. Ok, I'm going to stop there with that whole situation, cuz it's a long story, and basically, it's just me bitching.

On to better things. I'm now working at USC as kind of a temp executive assistant. It's been pretty cool. Oh yes, an exciting thing happened to me yesterday. My friend and neighbor, Joe, did me a huge favor by taking my sun roof off... it wasn't really a sun roof. And that's a long story, too. And I'm silly.

Facts, facts, facts...

There has been a lot of other crazy things going on...I'm taking the train to work, now. People are interesting...but also, sometimes, not.

So the crazy things, the crazy things, yes...oh yes, Guilt...wow, I'm happy I remembered this...Last night I had an image in my head of where I might go with a poem about guilt. Heh, my older sister just told me not to think about guilt, that it will get me nowhere, and what do I do? Go and start thinking about how to disect it in a poem.

That's me for you.

*sigh*

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