tired...

and lacking creativity.

but i had to write it down.

after reading blogs like ann voskamp and fellow co-workers... i just don't have it in me.

after editing down thousands of words over the past few days... other peoples' words... i just don't have any of my own.

breakfast last week was good with a sweet new friend. she took me to this little dive on fairbanks. yummy french toast.

i want a vacation. i want to go climb. i want florida to not be so freaking hot. i want mountains... fresh air... a view.

for now, i'll go to sleep. maybe i'll have a dream... as long as it doesn't have three layers and an architect, i'll be okay.

at least that will be my own.