mei

slow inspired
fiery, tired.

much to say, no time to write it. i'm used to sleeping 10 hours per day. now i'm at eightish or less, which isn't quite enough for me. makes me dull. exercise will help.

i'm in this terrible poor place right now - we're OUT of money. all the way out. borrowing is the only thing to do at this point. but it's two or three weeks until i'll have some paychecks behind me. it sucks knowing that i'll be ok so soon, but right now i'm so poor.

work is not bad. but that's all i'm giving it.

and my brain overflows with possibilities. like the bank of vending machines at the hardware-warehouse when i was a child. my mom used to give me a quarter, before they hit the long checkout line. thirty minutes later, when they were done, i'd still be standing in front of the vending machines, unable to decide between the sweet tarts and the bubble gum, or maybe the bouncy ball. immobile little mei. that's me now. so much to think, so little time.

ok. sleep now. right now. i'll write more very soon. promise. tomorrow night or the day after. if not sooner.