i don't feel like writing anything sentimental right now. i'm hungry and i want to put my contacts in. i also need to get some work done. unzip my bag. pull out my files, my gobs of student papers to read. sift throught sentence fragments, horrible grammar, and a thread of a good idea here and there.

and what i really want to do, besides eating, is go outside for a long time. smell around some. sit down in a place with a my writing pencil and a pad of paper and create. a park bench. i've always wanted to sit on a park bench in a big park filled with green grass and big trees and sip hot tea with honey and eat a warm bagel and write. maybe i saw it in a movie once, maybe i wrote a story about it once, maybe i dreamed it once. isn't that telling?