September 27th, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window


Big swaths of sky are starless. Clouds have returned. It might not be long before the first rains of autumn arrive. I've been so uninspired of late, my thoughts as dry and harsh as the brown grass in the fields. Rain might replenish my imagination as it does the soil. I weary of sitting here, looking at the blank space, writing nothing, as my mind wanders through random fragments of memory, unable to seize upon anything that can be made into a coherent post. Some change is due. Some ass needs kicked. Some kink needs worked out. I don't know that rain would help, but it can't hurt. Unless it's a rain of fire and brimstone, of course. At this point, though, even that might be a welcome change.
caillebotte_man at his window


Only ten new posts on my friends page in the last ten hours. I guess its safe to assume there's nobody here to read this. This would be the time for me to make damning confessions about myself, if there were anything the slightest bit interesting for me to confess. The only thing to confess is that my life is very, very dull, and I have no idea why anybody bothers to read about it.

Anyway, the clouds failed to survive the dawn, and the day is insufficiently cool once again. This summer is like a piece of toilet paper stuck to a shoe. We'll probably be dragging it clear into October. Obviously, we are suffering some sort of punishment for our folly. I blame the recall election. California is going to be dried up and blown away for its stupidity. Now I have to decide where to move. What a lot of bother.