Okay. Right now I should probably actually be writing my huge research essay, but I’m not. Instead I’m eating baby goldfish (we finally got some—yess!), listening to quiet music, and also watching my cousins. See, they’re visiting from CO. Their ages are: 7, 4, and almost 1. Yeah, so, insane. Including my brother there are 4 crazy little boys running around here. I was too, but then I got tired and decided to come here and attempt to write my essay. Alas, it is tougher than I thought. I mean, the hard part is getting started, I suppose. I don’t know why I feel so drained still. I even went to bed at a reasonable time (11 or so), and slept in until like 9. I don’t exactly feel tired, I just feel… calm. Sedentary. Perhaps it’s the overall quiet pervading our house (the baby’s sleeping). It’s just a quiet, quiet day.
Different topic, slightly. Okay. So everyone needs some sort of.. escape, some means of coping with everyday life. Almost everyone needs to just.. somehow convey information. I’m beginning to think that my.. coping mechanism, if you will, is writing. Of course, drawing as well is certainly soothing, but I think writing things down helps me to just spill, to get my thoughts out. A lot of times I use this blog as simply a means of doing that, of emptying my thoughts from my head and putting them somewhere where I (and others) can see them. Instead of having them just confined in my mind, they are somehow free. I was thinking about this the other day, actually, what would happen if I simply just stopped posting. And I realized that it would really be different; I’m just so used to it now.
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