Daily Blogging 1.2

I'm sitting here drinking tea, reading blogs, procrastinating, going through old music, and wishing I were young again, dreaming up things to write.

I wish I were young again.

But those times are gone. Gone, gone, gone.

So instead I'll write something like one hundred pages this semester, holed up in my room or the library with the greatest works of all time. I'll drink my tea and come out for meals and exercise and sunshine and socialization. I'll make my art, find my inspiration, and forget why I'm here. I'll suddenly remember and then I won't have it any other way.

Tea, books, and the world at my fingertips.

Everything will be alright.