Latest Acquisition:
CDs:
Always Got Tonight ~ Chris Isaak

Books (my favorite yard sale guy is back!):
Other Selves: Philosophers on Friendship
Calyx: A Journal of Art and Literature by Women (O.k...so it's actually a magazine.)
Mainstreams of Modern Art ~ John Canaday
Pennsylvania Dutch American Folk Art ~ Henry J. Kauffman
FPG Selects ~ stock photography
John Singer Sargent's El Jaleo

Reading: Nothing! I finally finished Neverwhere.

Ah damn. I'm feeling out of sorts and blue. I know exactly why...but...I don't know if I can talk about it without waxing badly poetic, falling into a pit of mental self ~ immolation or simply making matters worse. Damn it, though ~ this is my journal and I should be able to write what I please.

Right now, all I have the energy and will to do is sit and stare into nothingness. It comes and goes. Some days, I think everything's going to be all right and then there's nights like this. Damn it ~ I hurt. I'm miserable. There's not a damn thing I feel that I can do about it either. I feel that it's one of those damned if I do and damned if I don't situations...now that I've indulged myself in a little self pity after all, I'll move on.

I thought about going back to that yard sale tomorrow and getting a knife that I saw there today ~ but I probably won't. What would I do with the damn thing? I already have an athame that I hardly ever use and another dagger that isn't much more than a gloried back scratcher at times. Who the hell do I think I am ~ some latent amazon waiting for her chance to wreak havoc on the world? Yeah, right. That'll happen.

Well. I see how this entry is going. I think I'll stop here before I get really morose or all rococo -esque with the frilly words and crap about how I feel, what I want and such. I'll just let the mood run its course instead.

So now it's back to my cold bed. I wish...oh well. It doesn't matter what I wish at the moment. It's out of my hands.