Currently I am....

• reading The Cave by Jose' Saramago (he is an odd writer, does anyone else agree with me on that?) I will pick Poe back up this weekend just for the thrill of it.
• craving the feel of a fresh sheet of textured paper
• dreaming of calla lilies
• missing the dry, irritatingly chalky feel of pastels on my fingertips
• wondering what I am waiting for
• freezing to death
• listening to Mad Season - Wake Up, The Smashing Pumpkins - Ava Adore, I Mother Earth - So Gently We Go, Dandy Warhols - Sleep, Deftones - Change (in the house of flies) and Junkhouse - Shine (all courtesy of a silver tongued snake from days passed, who should be proud of the compilation of poetry that he published...I bought it, need I say more?)

So what's that all tell you? And when you figure it out will you let me in on it?