It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I am writing a lot in my paper journal these days, but it is like 50 percent dream notes and 40 percent romantic mush and 10 percent dumb ramblings.

I feel sorry for anyone who would read that besides me, so I think there will be a temporary stall on this DLand business.

If I get complaints, maybe I'll take it up again, but right now... my life is just too embarrassingly boring to share.

A farewell at 12:24 p.m.