long time no spaghetti
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alasanonIt's been a few years since I last promised myself a weekly something, anything. Five, if you want to be accurate about it.
Well.
A lot has changed. *insert vaguely disgusted laugh here* And a lot hasn't. 2020 may go on record as one of the worst years -- I don't want to discuss it further because why try to hold that particular set of sensations up to the light. I don't want to remember it more than I must, don't want to linger over it more than this single paragraph. (though it may end up in poetry at some point later. we'll see.)
My life has changed, though somehow mostly for the better. We bought (he bought) a house. I have my own space, my own room in which I may be creative or whimsical or adamant by turns. We have more than one bathroom, which is a particular kind of workaday miracle I haven't known since 2009. I have a monster bathtub.
It's Tuesday.
I feel like this year, the year I learn the answer to life, the universe, and everything, I should start writing again. If I make this promise to myself, it may lead to more promises, and that sounds nice for once.
So let's go, anonymous self. Let us be what we were and are and always will be, harder than we have in years. Let's hope, let's start to exist again after feeling frozen solid by fear and anger.
Up you go with a heigh and ho --
Well.
A lot has changed. *insert vaguely disgusted laugh here* And a lot hasn't. 2020 may go on record as one of the worst years -- I don't want to discuss it further because why try to hold that particular set of sensations up to the light. I don't want to remember it more than I must, don't want to linger over it more than this single paragraph. (though it may end up in poetry at some point later. we'll see.)
My life has changed, though somehow mostly for the better. We bought (he bought) a house. I have my own space, my own room in which I may be creative or whimsical or adamant by turns. We have more than one bathroom, which is a particular kind of workaday miracle I haven't known since 2009. I have a monster bathtub.
It's Tuesday.
I feel like this year, the year I learn the answer to life, the universe, and everything, I should start writing again. If I make this promise to myself, it may lead to more promises, and that sounds nice for once.
So let's go, anonymous self. Let us be what we were and are and always will be, harder than we have in years. Let's hope, let's start to exist again after feeling frozen solid by fear and anger.
Up you go with a heigh and ho --
