"I Could Turn Another Page..."
Jul. 27th, 2005 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyone*peeks out nervously* Last day.
I shall leave early for work to-day: I am stopping by the store to buy a notebook in which to keep character sketches, and a birthday card for Jennie. It is not her birthday, you understand (hers is September thirtieth, I believe), but that of her niece... but of course she can't go out and buy a birthday card herself, so I've promised to get one for her.
It is unspeakably hot here to-day.
For some reason, it feels as though something terribly important is meant to happen, if not now, very soon. I feel as though I were waiting. It must be the heat--I suppose.
If I were not so concerned with hiding myself, I should want to be in another play.
I shall leave early for work to-day: I am stopping by the store to buy a notebook in which to keep character sketches, and a birthday card for Jennie. It is not her birthday, you understand (hers is September thirtieth, I believe), but that of her niece... but of course she can't go out and buy a birthday card herself, so I've promised to get one for her.
It is unspeakably hot here to-day.
For some reason, it feels as though something terribly important is meant to happen, if not now, very soon. I feel as though I were waiting. It must be the heat--I suppose.
If I were not so concerned with hiding myself, I should want to be in another play.
