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5 February 1999
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it's overcast today. and not good overcast, but dreary. that's appropriate, i guess, as it seems this 3.5 year odyssey is finally coming to something of an end. i've been so caught up in the mechanics of it all over the last few days, that i haven't really taken the time to stop and just notice how it feels. it's sad. overcast and dreary. the future is terribly uncertain, although this doesn't really phase me, as those concerns always seem to have a way of working themselves out.
but even in the short term, it remains to be seen exactly where things are going. it will prolly take a while to adjust to whatever the final outcome turns out to be.
i realized about 1030 tonight that it's friday night. that means tomorrow is saturday, and i have playwriting first thing in the morning. again another week has gone by without me giving it a thought. well one thought, and that was to scrap everything i've written so far in favour of a new plot. i didn't do any work on the old or the new (basically non-existent) play though. nor did i work on my collage (it's s'posed to open up yr right brain, and get you thinking not about words but instead about images and colours and such.)
but even in the short term, it remains to be seen exactly where things are going. it will prolly take a while to adjust to whatever the final outcome turns out to be.
i realized about 1030 tonight that it's friday night. that means tomorrow is saturday, and i have playwriting first thing in the morning. again another week has gone by without me giving it a thought. well one thought, and that was to scrap everything i've written so far in favour of a new plot. i didn't do any work on the old or the new (basically non-existent) play though. nor did i work on my collage (it's s'posed to open up yr right brain, and get you thinking not about words but instead about images and colours and such.)