April 17th, 2005


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Slothful days.

Been hiding, thinking of a story that's turning into a movie. Parts of it are coming out fine, but other parts need coaxing. It's dark, darker than the other stuff that I've written, and I'm not entirely sure where it's coming from, which probably explains a lot of why some of it isn't coming as readily as the rest.

Been a lot of not-doing-much yesterday and today. Then again, that's pretty much okay.

Feeling the draw of human companionship really strongly these days. The need for touch. Probably because I know I'll be home soon, and the desire is overwhelming.

I wonder if I've been isolated too long.