My eyes are heavy as I type to you.
Scatterbrained at its finest, I think.
The last few days have been pretty rough with a terrible dry cough trapped in my chest and a throat that feels like rocks, sandpaper, un-smoothed pavement and like someone dropped a cheese grater down it -- all at once. Sound rough? I've also resorted to breathing from solely my mouth. Yikes.
Today I sat down and rummaged through my blog and read old entries that I had forgotten about completely. It was weird to me. All the trips/adventures/stories/words seemed so long ago and so foreign; I couldn't help but feel a little empty inside. Things were well then, things are still well now... but seemed better then. Does that make any sense? You don't have to agree with me -- because in a way, I don't agree with myself either. I seemed happy then - why am I not as happy now? What's missing? What's different? I think I know; but I don't want to say.
This is my attempt at being "honest", however my definition of "honest" is perceived.
