tonight

i have moved from my locale on the floor of my room to the couch, which is a little short for someone who is over 5'5, but significantly more comfortable. it also makes me feel like i should be writing the great american novel, in case it hasn't already been done by now.

currently i am sitting here with the lights off. celia is sleeping and i am staring into the parking lot of the church next door. i wonder if anything interesting is going on out in the world. i hope it happens in the parking lot so i can watch it occur. i have the window open- the mix of chilly and the warmth of my six blankets is mixing nicely.

this is one of those moments that i wonder if ill remember in thirty years. i wonder who ill be and what ill be. but for now, im going to listen to pardon the interruption's podcast and go to bed. i have work in the morning. good night.