Presidents' Day/Directory Day
2005-02-21 @ 10:00 p.m.

Have a headache right now. Not a splitting one, just a mild, subdued throbbing one. Not a problem, because there isn't anything important to do tonight anyway. Edited On A Tuesday Morning again before dinner, which mainly consisted of making the poem even shorter, since the suggestions for editing are mostly vague to the point of being unhelpful. To be honest though, I very much doubt if the average person really cares about the distinction between poetry and prose. I wonder what they'd say to David Thian's poem in Eye On The World, the one that reads as a sentence once you remove the line breaks. Don't you find having to conform to someone else's expectations tiring/tiresome? (I speak generally, not just about writing.) Have three separate ideas for a new poem, one of which is based on those two lines I mentioned here a few days ago. The others are based on two quotes I've come across, one on friendship and one on abstract art. Maybe I'll write them after school one of these days. Skipping Guitar to watch 5x2 tomorrow, and I feel a twinge of guilt. Okay, I confess! I feel damn bad about missing practice. I can already picture Shaun's look of mock disapproval when I tell him tomorrow. Sigh...

This week:

Golf Week

Nostalgia Week