Fog transforms the world into an alien landscape. It makes you feel like you’re dreaming. Tonight, the night sky looked like it was on fire.
337/365
It’s been chilly/gray/rainy since yesterday. This is my kind of weather, not swamp weather. I need to go north.
327/365
This scene is warm and inviting in a way that isn’t. Like it’s faking it. I know what that’s like, because I don’t feel things, so much as act the appropriate outward effects of those feelings as best as I can. I don’t really feel happy, but I don’t get angry either.
326/365
Last night was strange. I dozed off for a few hours, then woke up again around eleven not knowing what time or day it was, took a shower and went out driving. Later that night, I tried to sleep and couldn’t, until about four in the morning, only to wake up at six to get ready for work. It was pretty much dreary like this all day, and dark, and I remained kind of in a fog.
318/365
Things seem to be settling down. I’m still in the internal lock-down mode I enter when I’m overwhelmed, but cooling down. Thanksgiving weekend should be a good cool-down.
311/365
I don’t have to worry so much about money anymore, but two unemployment stints have made unable to feel secure. I’ve got seven thousand dollars saved up and I feel like I’ve got nothing.
310/365
The season of autumn is beautiful, but I don’t care for the holiday season. I have to act extra hard during these times.
309/365
I’ve been on this particular road many times at night. There’s been construction for probably two years now. I think they’re building a bridge over a creek now. Cold autumn weather makes these nights special.
298/365
I don’t like talking about something before the wheels are in motion. Not out of superstition so much as because I don’t want to be let down if things don’t go as planned.