Wandery Wednesday: "Procrastinate"

I should be writing a short story. I started writing last night. And then I stopped because my eyes hurt and I wanted to go to sleep. My eyes hurt a lot lately. I blame over-straining them working on projects late into the night. Should probably stop doing that. Should probably also not wear contacts when my eyes hurt, huh? 

The story is about a man who is shipwrecked. That's all I'll say. He's a late-Victorian British sort. Apparently I'm in my Oceanic Period these days. Been writing a lot of stories about the ocean. Because the ocean is cool. And terrifying.

Speaking of terrifying, I've been trying to eat better. Because I don't want to get the 'betus at 25 and be miserable the rest of my life. It kind of sucks. I've cut back drastically on carbs, am cutting out sugar almost completely, am cutting out caffeine tomorrow... And ramping up protein and vegetables. I'm hungry. Not all the time. Just around mealtimes. Like right now. I NEED to eat soon. Actually, I might be undereating. According to teh interwebz, I should be eating around 1700 calories a day. Yesterday, I ate 900. So about half. Yeah... Probably a bad thing, I reckon. 

I keep waiting for it to warm up so I can skateboard. Found a couple good spots to try. Soon. Sooooon. 

Wandery Wednesday: "The Last Skateboard of Autumn"

Before dinner, I headed out to the abandoned parking lot nearby. The weather's warmish today, but autumn is here, and the chill is coming. So I dragged out the skateboard and had myself the last skate session of the year. Probably. Barring an Indian summer. 

That kind of kicked up my melancholy, though. Last time skateboarding for the year... I love autumn. It's probably my favorite season--very Gothic, very moody and atmospheric. But all the same, my depression seems to flare up a bit when this time of year rolls 'round. I think it's because autumn is a time of endings, of drawing to a close. I start to think about friendships that have slipped away, about missed opportunities, about paths less traveled by. And so on. I'm not bitter. I'm rarely bitter. I'm just...a bit sad. As a wise person once said, "Well yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness..."