January 23, 2009 § 4 Comments
Honestly, I feel as dull as a brick.
To begin with, it is cold. Not as cold as it was last week or as it will be again tomorrow, but still very cold. After a decade in this city, I still haven’t gotten used to its winters and I realize that I probably never will.
Secondly, I have no disposable income to speak of; therefore, I do not go out. If I did, I would be forced to spend a substantial portion of the evening huddled against the cold so it’s probably just as well.
Thirdly, I am writing, which is to say that I spend a great deal of time summoning up the courage to write, which may be the dullest endeavour there is. I also surf the Internet, which is almost as dull as not-writing but not quite.
Sometimes, I imagine myself drinking sangria on a terrasse with friends and I freeze the image in my mind as a promise to myself. Then, I turn up the thermostat and get back to it.