charred toast
26 May 2005 03:24![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amulI keep meaning to write about my experiences on Sunday with [Big Scary Thing], and life keeps interrupting. Friends drop in from out of town, gigs appear on my schedule which require pre-planning. Long awaited phone calls take longer than expected.
There's a growing list of things that I keep meaning to get around to. My list of incompletes grows every day. Sometimes, life is interfering, other times, like tonight, I waylay one type of introspection with another.
Tonight I patched a pair of jeans the way Christine used to. I avoided thinking about one thing in favor of thinking about something less painful.
That, in it's own way, is a pretty major summary of my Sunday. My horribly, malevolently placid Sunday.
There's a growing list of things that I keep meaning to get around to. My list of incompletes grows every day. Sometimes, life is interfering, other times, like tonight, I waylay one type of introspection with another.
Tonight I patched a pair of jeans the way Christine used to. I avoided thinking about one thing in favor of thinking about something less painful.
That, in it's own way, is a pretty major summary of my Sunday. My horribly, malevolently placid Sunday.