I'm back in Farmington at my apartment. I had a really good weekend away despite having to work all weekend. It was nice to not have to worry about food and it was even nicer to have Garret doing laundry while I was at work. I love having clean clothes. Thank you, Garret!. I am really tired tonight though and avoiding doing homework. I got Monday's homework done already and I already did the homework for my content lit class so I just have a draft of a paper to do and some poems to read but I am tired. It is hard to make myself read Emily Dickinson (who is an incredibly intense poet and subtle and genius) while I am so tired. I feel like I am missing half of her genius when I am this tired. But the world doesn't wait for Dani to rest, that's for sure.
Despite having a good weekend I am glad to be home. I like being back in my own bed in my own space. Even if it is a little cluttered and maybe even a little messier than I might like. It's quiet (usually), it smells good and it's mine.
I'm sorry I only wrote one poem yesterday. I did that early in the morning and I had meant to write more later that night but I didn't get out of work till late and then had to have a late dinner and take a shower. I was exhausted after all of that. At least I put a poem up?
I'm actually rather impressed with the rate at which I am spitting out new material lately. I really hope it continues. Maybe I can write something new tomorrow but no promises. Until then I think I will call this good for tonight and I will try to force myself to do some homework.
Goodnight.
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