43 pages

Cluttered desk. 2 Dasani bottles. A choreography book. An empty Starbucks container with sunflower seed shells in it. Nail polish remover. Glue. Wine. Scissors. A pen. And a folder holding the contents of this blog. 43 pages worth of me.

Two lit candles. A comfy chair. The reading nook. My "husband" on the floor - the seat I'll probably choose ultimately, regardless of the floor condition. Pat Monahan singing about a pirate and a gypsy. And 43 pages worth of me.

I've got my night cut out for me. I can't seem to articulate this project into a paper. Written word seems hard to come by recently. But that's the thing, I've already written it all. I just have to find it. So, scissors, glue, a journal and my thoughts in hand, let's cut and paste this thing back together.

He's singing about cowboys and Indians now. I think I'd rather dwell on the pirate and the gypsy though.