Even the color of twilight has already changed

I have this dilemna ... See, I have this thing for french fries. Not really, but sometimes I just want french fries. Anyway. I have this rule about never going through a drive-thru to just get french fries. It's an unwritten/unspoken rule, but it's still a rule. Anyway. When I used to work at the branch that had a McDonalds in the shopping center it was always a mental struggle to drive past it. But I did. My thought was that if I stopped once I'd stop again and again and again. Because the first time is always the hardest. Right? Still, I maintained. Meaning, I never stopped for those french fries on the way home and I never truly had a problem. (umm... I think I'm losing my train of thought, I'd best speed this up.) The point of all this is that I was able to journal for 2+ months because I never missed a day. However, the moment I miss a day it becomes easier to miss another day. And that annoys me. It annoys me that the fact that I missed a day at all bothers me. It annoys me because it's a stupid thing to be annoyed about.

*sigh*

I've read 3 books in 4 days. And these aren't little books, they're big 500+ page books. I want to read the next book in the series (Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series) but it's in hard cover and I really don't want to spend $20 on a book right now. However, I'm craving it to the point that I'll probably cave. I'm so weak.

I've had a scene running through my head for a day or so now. It's very chaotic and disjointed and I'm just dying to write it down. If I can catch the energy that's in my head it will be an unbelievable piece of writing. The thing is, I have no idea where it fits into anything. It's like this beautiful, untamed creature that is totally disconnected from everything I've written before and everything else running through my head. In many ways, that's really cool but I still can't wait to see where it belongs.

Go then. There are other worlds than these.