retro-effing-grade

So Mercury did go retrograde yesterday, and will be so through 20 September. I knew it.

To wit: the network at work fell down, cutting off internet access for the entire campus. I struggled massively with one poem before finishing it; another, a pantoum, is just not behaving itself at all. My ex-whatever (the H-word is now too good for him) informed me that he no longer wants to have any contact with me, instead preferring to read my website for updates on my life. Sleep does not come easy; when it comes, I can only stay asleep for a few hours, and I wake up confused and lonely. And the worst part of all is that I feel everything I say to those closest to me somehow comes out so very wrong.

It is time for me to go visit the ocean. I will bring her tears, and she will bring me somewhere better.

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About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 29 Aug 2003 in Diary