It's not that I've been busy or something.
But when your job goes south and your boy snail lives in Virginia and pumpkins are just too darn expensive to buy everyday you sometimes lose interest.
So you paint, you read, you blow bubbles...
...and you talk. To yourself, to your mom, to your roommate, to Jesus.
You have a good weekend, you skype with the boy snail, you admire pumpkins from afar, you blow some more bubbles, and you remember the wonderful thing that is life.
"We tend to value order and control over randomness, but when we lose randomness, we also lose serendipity." - Dalton Conley