Limbo

The room in Brooklyn fell through as well as my winterim class. I'll be able to work 15 hours a week, with Thursdays and Fridays off, and I need to see about an internship.
I began work on the Decemberists Songbook, and hope to have it complete in less than two weeks.
The more I watch films, the more I wish to create them; but I apparently lack the ability to tell stories and keep from sleeping with clichés. Snatch, Fargo, Gangs of New York, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Great movies. Damn you, Coen brothers.
Christmas is just about 'round the corner, and I couldn't be farther away from the spirit. I really wish I would stop receiving gifts; seeing people and being able to touch them, feel warmth, and hear them laugh is enough for me.
I thought of Irina on the night walk to 7-11 for ice cream, and wondered if she had any family to keep her warm this holiday. I thought of inviting her to sample my family to replace any loneliness there might be. I know that sounds weird, but it is not just her. I just worry about other people's loneliness, and want to eradicate it. I wonder how Jack is doing.
I was dirt tired today, in spite of 8+ hours of rest. Can't seem to keep a schedule. Whatever.





Night.