emo

first off, i should let you know: The Digest of Philippine Genre Stories can now be bought online.

right.

after the realization attending my last post and incidentally stumbling across the fact that i arrived here one non-leap year ago, i thought i might take my cue from Jim Halpert, buy myself a minibottle of champagne and celebrate by myself tonight. sadly, 7-11 doesn't carry champagne, at least not the one i'm most comfortable visiting, the one where they know me well enough by face to sell me one thing when i've asked for something else with a friendly if somewhat self-satisfied smile and no malice whatsoever as far as i can tell, and i walked away with a seven dollar bottle of Jacob's Creek Chardonnay, Vintage 2005 instead. which, i've come to agree with the universe, is fine: what, after all, have i got to be all self-congratulatory about?

i've chucked the first complete draft of Spooky into the fuhgedaboutit part of my brain, where it will almost certainly be cannibalized for spare parts, vital organs and light, unhealthy yet vile-tasting snacks. hopefully, starting fresh will give the story the life i'd always wanted for it. maybe this time Kip and Ana will actually have room to breathe.

currently reading: Robert Baldick's translation of A Rebours by J-K Huysmans.

humming along to: whatever pops into my head which, lately, has been mostly this:

Don't know how else to say it
I don't want to see my parents go
One generation's length away
From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train.

and i keep waiting to get to this part:

Once in a while, when it's good
It'll feel like it should
And they're all still around
And you're still safe and sound
And you don't miss a thing
Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark...

i suspect i might only have missed the first part--they go by so quickly, don't they? the good bits of your life?--and skipped right on to the end cause now i see quite plainly that, yes, i'll never stop this train.

(apologies to John Mayer, to his fans, and to John Mayer-haters who've somehow stumbled onto this blog. and to anyone who's actually read this far. honestly, haven't you got better things to do? well, thanks for dropping by anyway.)