My kitchen sink is dripping and it's driving me crazy.
I'm sitting on the couch, where I will probably spend the rest of the evening. I find that I do this at least once a week: come home from class, put on the same movie (always Motorcycle Diaries), get out all of my textbooks (as if I'm actually going to do homework), and essentially do absolutely nothing but self-reflect for about six hours. Regardless of my anti-productive behavior, I treasure these moments. They remind me to be thankful for the stillness, for the silence. They remind me that I am human, and that I have emotional as well as physical needs.
And so I'm going to let the poetry that is currently crawling under my skin out tonight and just write. Not here though. I just thought that in honor of my rediscovered ability to feel real emotions, I should post two days in a row. Crazy, right?