did you get up this morning to see the sky?

Writing, and reading, doing all these things yet nothing. Assaulted by memories, by strange emotion. It's all too weird for a Tuesday morning, when I should be studying.

I'm trying to pinpoint the moments where things changed so much for me, to isolate the variables and find out what in me made those changes possible. I'm not going through another period without some control over the process.

I spent a ridiculous amount of money on shampoo, soap and such things. My addiction lives on, even with a few bars still left from Prague in my cabinet. At least I'm getting a digital camera out of it. I feel an odd bit of loyalty to Reflect.com, since I knew them way back when, as a struggling dot com idea. It's a luxury thing, to be clear, but I'm alright with that. I buy their things because they are nice, and because I like to pay for a job that I would enjoy.

Photoshop will eat up all my time. I know it. First I give up games, now I have to give up programs. Otherwise I would never get anything of substance done.

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Micah emailed me, and he calls me babe, which I find endlessly amusing to have friends like Melynda and Micah who use such endearments. It makes me smile, this odd and faint connection to my Southern roots. Lately I've thought a lot about the land I was born in. Texas Independence Day was on the 2nd. There are a great many things about Texas I don't like at all. Yet there are so many more things that I do. When I move to Prague, I think I'll need a cowboy hat to wear every now and then.

My camera and my grab bag of soaps and things shipped today, so I will be checking the mailbox often. Oh the fun we'll have once I have a digital camera.