settled for soup

cream of mushroom and vegetarian vegetable... stuffed to the brim and then some... sweating to the soups... trying to cope with the ridiculous volume discrepancies of late night television (commercials scream at twice the volume of shows, you know)... the tinnitus doesn't help and it's constantly on, though fluctuating from a windy whistle to a whaling siren to a piercing scream... and after the tournament, i am relaxing with stargate movies... i intend to fall asleep earlier than previous nights though the neck has been aching for a while...

wondering why i continue writing this detailed record of the minutia of this life i experience is almost a mute point after all this time. but the answer remains... to share... because sharing is a habit, a skill, and like any habit or skill it can be forgotten, lost, and as long as i have a choice i will not let that happen to me... even if i forget how to share in every other way of sharing, i can still share as much of everything as possible in words... so all i need is another who can, or another who has the patience and understanding that i must re-learn how to share this level if intimacy and depth and detail and sensitivity on levels other than the written word... it is possible if you want it... were we expecting perfection?... certainly hope not :)

someday we'll all understand...