The Minutes end slowly, time is truly like an hourglass that moves around these corridors. Tomorrow I go off to work again, return to the insanity of the forum where the prizes hopefully shall come. Sunday night, the clock ticking slowly and I am in no real mood to write at all, just throwing in this small bit of snuff so that I can tell myself that today yes I blogged. I am not sure what is going to happen tomorrow, an easy shortened schedule day here in the crescent city.

There is a strange feeling here something odd in the air, considering this is the first thing I write within weeks. I am within days of returning to school dammit, not likeable at all but I am hoping the question of whether I am going to be teaching English for the remainder of my days. I sit here, my mouth of filled with swampy and ire. I dream of writing but writing what in this previous haze of accomplishment. I have written nothing, nothing and that fills me only with more of a sense of insanity before. The sanctum is here, that thing that I call Galactica and perhaps the reason why I feel so damn odd is that I have not placed any emphasis on this journal even though I have neglected it too far.

There is nothing left for me I am tired and have no reason to be at all. Perhaps a yawn will be owned in the future...

Sitting around

These is one of those days that seem anonymous to the mind, here it is safe and wonderful yet things just outside the space await with monstrous activity