be here now

i should be writing a paper explaining carol bly's letters from the country and its influence on my writing. what i'm doing is reading blogs, looking at 2-bedroom apartments on craigslist, and cuddling the cats.

here's a haiku (idea stolen from old school synth - wow i'm a creeper. nobody should have ever put the internets in my hands) to fully express the situation:

having brewed coffee
i now must procrastinate
"letters from my place"

last weekend i was home in cleveland. the visit itself was relaxing, emotional, and rejuvenating, which could happen to anyone when they're home for less than a week and have no responsibilities.