But really every time I get over here, I just feel like this:
Isn’t this photo divine? It’s by Dalla, and I found it over at flickr. It really is indicative of how I am at the end of the night, the last few nights. I’ve been working my behind off trying to get ready for this move, especially now that I have some slightly more solid deadlines, so even while I have two books to review, and some generally good writing vibes lately… I just don’t have the energy to write about them just now. I’d sort of rather just fall asleep on the floor, my head on a cushion.
Then again, I have contacts to consider… and that would make for some very dry eyes in the morning, so I guess I’ll have to stave off sleep for a few minutes more now…
*yawns*
Goodnight, y’all.
There’s no denying that one of the things I’ll miss most about Southern California is the ocean. Bonfires on the beach, fishing off the pier. Some of my best memories involve walking the beaches at night, or wandering around the harbor with a few good friends. There’s something about the sound and the breeze and the salt in the air. In college (UCSB) I lived a stone’s throw from the beach, and slept with my windows open as often as possible, just to get a whiff of that air.
walking the pier. I’m sorry we didn’t get to see any fish, since it had been my first ever grunion run, but we had a pretty good time anyhow, trying, and ultimately failing, to avoid the sweep of the high tides.
tie me in a knot and throw me over your shoulder 