I have little news on my resolutions. I am growing tired of my current occupation fast, and seek some stimulation. I maintain that an ebb and flow is necessary for a balanced, and therefore enjoyable, life and think it time to break out of the rigidity in which I am trapped. For a while I thought I lacked a means of expressing myself, but now I think it is more likely that I have nothing to express.
I want to spend my nights drinking gin and writing a novel, and spend my days out to sea wearing slick jackets and getting a cold weather sun burn. I want to be able to catnap at 9 am. I want to live on an extremely tight budget, but still drink constant champagne. I want to walk to the grocery store in at night the rain. I want a cold cup of coffee, complete with coagulated milk circles, to follow me around the house throughout the day. I want to celebrate productivity with glasses of bold red wine. I want to look out the window all day, like a cat. There are many things I want, and hope to soon have.
I want to spend my nights drinking gin and writing a novel, and spend my days out to sea wearing slick jackets and getting a cold weather sun burn. I want to be able to catnap at 9 am. I want to live on an extremely tight budget, but still drink constant champagne. I want to walk to the grocery store in at night the rain. I want a cold cup of coffee, complete with coagulated milk circles, to follow me around the house throughout the day. I want to celebrate productivity with glasses of bold red wine. I want to look out the window all day, like a cat. There are many things I want, and hope to soon have.