Agorafab

The apartment isn't well-insulated and I'm still in the mood for shorts. We need curtains so that we can keep in the warmth and also keep out the grey. I say this because it's been overwhelmingly grey, lately. Wind and cold rain and coats and such. Hearing my neighbor tune his guitar sounds melancholic but there's a much needed joy somewhere in the sound. For some reason, the act of leaving home is hard. Not like the nostalgic kinda "home", I'm just referring to "home base". I feel some sort of tether when I contemplate venturing out when it's not mandatory or necessary. I do. I do get out, but there's something dreadful about it, sometimes.

I have less than a 1/2 hr to get ready for work and I'm sitting here dramatizing my laziness. How's that for entertainment?

Ha-cha.





-- Posted from my iPhone