i came here on my own

the tea i am drinking at work is old, but it still has a taste. i really just need something hot and i think the old tea is working. today there are chills in the air.

i want to write about color, but my brain is hurting because its monday and thanksgiving is on thursday and i really just want to be home cooking for the party. but i keep seeing color everywhere and i want to make a show about it and i want it to actually occur. so, after this is done, i'll read more. and listen to the tallest man on earth.

orange scissors, purple pen, hot pink book. these decorate my desk, creating mountains, allowing for little space to type. my desk is hill country. there are no meadows though. only hills.

i'm starting to realize that as much as i love what i do, i need another hobby. i rode my bike yesterday. it felt amazing and the sun was shining and it didn't matter that i still hate the men's saddle i have. it was perfect. but i need a different hobby besides riding my bike. i need to not sit on my couch when i get home. i should make things. i should volunteer. i should turn my desk into west texas instead of hill country.

tomorrow i can do that. tomorrow i can find a hobby too i think. i think it needs to be far from art. or maybe just really crafty as to not confuse.

tomorrow i can do that.