It’s too chilly outside to stand outside and watch a bunch of drunks celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. I am sad.
Thank you, kind stranger. I really appreciate it :)
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how fabulous my life is right now (despite more personal things because everyone always has something, amirite?). I have my own apartment, I’m saving $500 a month for education purposes (nursing school in the falllll!) and I’m reading, reading so many fucking books. I picked up more today (a book on Renaissance Art, Da Vinci’s works, The Things They Carried (fiction, about Vietnam), The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking, and a book about the heirs Henry VIII left… That was all completely irrelevant.
Tonight I’m going to be watching the DVD’s Blake and I checked out last week about Egypt, Rome and Galileo. My life is peaceful and calm, my life has a path once more. I’m writing more than ever and I feel happy. So often it’s fleeting, but I have high hopes. Everything is going well.
La vie est belle.