Just a beaded handbag with some stuff in it.
September 25, 2005
As I was driving downtown this evening, I had a good idea for my next journal entry. I often get ideas in the middle of my day, and I usually can't wait to sit down and start writing. Yep. This was one of those ideas.
However, my mood changed tonight, and I no longer care to write about anything. I still might another time, because it's an entry that deserves some thought and exposure, but not tonight.
Tonight, I'm just lonely.
I've had an overwhelming sense of it since I returned home almost two months ago, and it just hasn't gone away.
Sigh.