I could break myself into a thousand pieces
and still never be further from you.
It's been plenty busy the past month. My existence has felt a bit like a sponge that's been stretched across an unwavering desert plane, drawn so taut that all conception of which parts of it are still intact and where those parts might be is lost, and quickly eviscerated of all its moisture. That might be a bit melodramatic. What I mean is that it's been very stressful and I very rarely choose constructive ways of dealing with such stress, as such I feel spread a bit too thin for my liking (to quote one Crow T. Robot, "The salad needs more butter!"). I don't want to descend into a melancholious lollygagging of my emotional state, suffice it to say that I haven't been feeling quite right, and I've been mistreating both myself and someone very close to me. This is something I'm determined to remedy, a new year's resolution, if that didn't sound so trite.
Fortunately, this is an opportune time to be on the mend. I've been alloted this grace period known by the secular title of 'winter break' for which I am ever so grateful, and moreover the tribulations of the so-called holiday season have peaked (not that I don't like the holidays, just that they tend to be a bit hard on the old liver 'n' kidneys, not to mention mental stability). So I am ready to recover, spending the next few weeks in leisurely study and studious leisure.
Wish me luck, and I'll wish it back to you.
and still never be further from you.
It's been plenty busy the past month. My existence has felt a bit like a sponge that's been stretched across an unwavering desert plane, drawn so taut that all conception of which parts of it are still intact and where those parts might be is lost, and quickly eviscerated of all its moisture. That might be a bit melodramatic. What I mean is that it's been very stressful and I very rarely choose constructive ways of dealing with such stress, as such I feel spread a bit too thin for my liking (to quote one Crow T. Robot, "The salad needs more butter!"). I don't want to descend into a melancholious lollygagging of my emotional state, suffice it to say that I haven't been feeling quite right, and I've been mistreating both myself and someone very close to me. This is something I'm determined to remedy, a new year's resolution, if that didn't sound so trite.
Fortunately, this is an opportune time to be on the mend. I've been alloted this grace period known by the secular title of 'winter break' for which I am ever so grateful, and moreover the tribulations of the so-called holiday season have peaked (not that I don't like the holidays, just that they tend to be a bit hard on the old liver 'n' kidneys, not to mention mental stability). So I am ready to recover, spending the next few weeks in leisurely study and studious leisure.
Wish me luck, and I'll wish it back to you.