I have nothing left to give today. School hijacked all of my brain cells, all of my energy, and some of my spirit. This just happens sometimes, and when it does, all I know to do veg. Vegging means listening to music and reading something mindless or watching TV. Today the need to veg is bad. I would rather sit here in motionless silence and stare at the wall (though my brain continues to reprimand itself for all of the "things" it should be doing instead) than actually get up and turn on the TV. (sad face...sigh...)
Blogging is not vegging, so what the heck?!
The least I can do (since this is a crappy attempt at preserving my NaBloPoMo) is offer you something Dorothy Parker:
The Searched Soul
When I consider, pro and con,
What things my love is built upon -
A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist;
A questioning brow; a pretty twist
Of words as old and tried as sin;
A pointed ear; a cloven chin;
Long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes
Not cold nor kind nor darkly wise -
When so I ponder, here apart,
What shallow boons suffice my heart,
What dust-bound trivia capture me,
I marvel at my normalcy.
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