Blue Suburban Skies

"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame." W.B. Yeats.

Monday, May 3

Holy Bagpipes!

I can't make any promises, even to myself, and I don't want to convince myself that I won't be happy if these things don't happen, but here is a partial list of "things I want to do":

1. Submit artwork of some kind to some place
2. Spend a few months in England and Ireland
2a.While there, view and research Sheela-na-gigs
3. Write (and finish) several stories

There have been so many fantasies, so many dreams. Moving to England to be an au pair!! Oh man, that was a good one!
I am sitting in this cubicle, feeling sickly, and depressed, and doing anything but actual work. Should I feel guilty about "stealing from my employer"? Sure. Do I? Well, maybe that's why I feel sickly. It's crazy how quickly time is moving. I feel like I am never going to catch up.

Feeling a little better - I just ordered 3 CDs from Amazon - Loretta Lynn, Gillian Welch, and Patti Smith.