This is the picture I snapped of a daffodil growing in my yard. My yard doesn't have grass, for whatever reason. It has woodchips, meshed not-so-gracefully with a network of ivy that chokes off all other plantlife except for the handful of trees in my 15'x15' yard. But for some reason, this one impudent daffodil decided to grow by my walk, all by itself, as if it were standing for something. Who do you think you are, daffodil? Do you think you can change the world? Do you think somebody will see you and think, "My, what a lovely shade of yellow! Perhaps I'll go feed the homeless!" You're fooling yourself, daffodil. You can pretend you're a special little flower growing in a virtual wasteland. You can pretend it all you like until you're blue in the petals, but once you're gone, no one will remember the point you tried to make. Come on, you're embarrassing yourself.
Today has felt very dreary. Perhaps it's just bad timing. Could be that Blake is sort of blaming me for having to use my car to get anywhere. It may be this stifling insecurity that seems to wrap its chokehold around every moment I'm interacting with someone else. Maybe work was too long. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep.
I should really focus on writing. Julian is really showing his potential as I write him more. It's really begun to impress me how he's taken on a personality that's actually different from his father's, but with very similar elements. I'm very proud of him.
It's now time to watch Star Trek Voyager. What hilarious thing will you cook up today, Neelix?
Today has felt very dreary. Perhaps it's just bad timing. Could be that Blake is sort of blaming me for having to use my car to get anywhere. It may be this stifling insecurity that seems to wrap its chokehold around every moment I'm interacting with someone else. Maybe work was too long. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep.
I should really focus on writing. Julian is really showing his potential as I write him more. It's really begun to impress me how he's taken on a personality that's actually different from his father's, but with very similar elements. I'm very proud of him.
It's now time to watch Star Trek Voyager. What hilarious thing will you cook up today, Neelix?