Sitting here on a summer afternoon....

This is the third Sunday in a row I've spent at my friend's house while she is off galavanting around the city in general while I alternately nap and do work on her computer and lament about how little work is actually being done.

At the moment I've nothing of import to say. I just wrote a poem. It's personal though so I won't share it here. But it's the first thing I've written in a long time that feels good and could definitely be performed if I ever did start that whole open mic spoken word thingy I used to do....that makes me so nervous.