state of me

canon digital rebel xsi

I think I am slowly withdrawing. And yet I see small steps of progress. For example, today I got up (without prodding) at a decent hour, and made breakfast before B went off to work.

I feel like I have nothing to say. Part of that, I am sure, is because I am so isolated.

I finished all the laundry today. But I still feel like I got nothing done.

I was proud of myself for not freaking out when I realized that the bottom of the new quiche pan was missing, but felt like something was wrong with me. How does something like this not come home from the store?

I want to read and write, but haven't made any progress on those fronts. I did do my morning pages (in the morning even).

I feel guilty. And lonely. And mostly just very lost.

on the night stand :: Bad Mother by Ayelet Waldman

seven random things (about me)

{one} The last book I read was Driving with Dead People. It made me cry. I can't entirely tell you why.

{two} For dinner tonight, I made pesto. My favorite thing is that I found frozen chopped basil in little cubes (at Trader Joes). It makes things very simple.

{three} Lately, I don't think I have been drinking enough water.

{four} I am left handed. My mother, father, and sister are right-handed.

{five} It is still hard to believe I once lived in the heart of downtown Chicago. Part of me really misses it.

{six} I feel so very lost.

{seven} I don't drink coffee. I prefer tea.

on the night stand :: Black & White